She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: coming-of-age
Valerie stood with the other women, watching the men go. She couldn't help bristling at this division of the sexes. Her fingers itched to hold a weapon, too, to do something, to kill something with her anger.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: gender-roles
If the innocent are unjust, I'd rather be counted among the guilty."
-Valerie
I am going to save your daughter. And then I intend to marry her. I would like your blessing in this, but I can live without it.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: marry peter red-riding-hood
Peter had stolen a knife. We were seven years old, and we'd caught a rabbit in a trap. We looked at each other darkly, a look I'll never forget, one of a shared savage thrill, like young wolves taking down their first kill.
A spill of blood issued from the rabbits neck, a quick red streak across pristine white fur, slow enough to be cruel. I hadn't cut deep enough. Had I wanted to spare its life or prolong its misery? I've never wanted to know the answer.
His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: friendship loss sadness drifting-a-part
He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing, the final impact, and he gave in finally, felled.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: romantic
The wolf lives right here. In this village". He looked at the villages. "Among you. It is one of you.
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightTags: mysterious cool
If you're the wolf, though, I'll chop off your head and piss down the hole
Sarah Blakley-CartwrightHow strange to have a sister, Valarie thought. Someone you might have been.
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