The darkness was memory.
Jodi MeadowsMots clés pain darkness memory
And who you are isn't already cast in everyone's eyes. No one knows what to expect from you. Some would say society's in a rut. Stagnant. By virtue of being new, you have the power to shake us out of that.
Jodi MeadowsA companion on a caffeine high will wake me up just as well, without the aftertaste.
Jodi MeadowsI lifted my hand toward the black smoke. People hissed, but when my fingers passed through, there was only uncomfortable warmth. The sylph hummed, calmer.
Jodi MeadowsMots clés asunder
The sylph twitched – acknowledgement – and a tendril of shadow blossomed like a black rose, then fell to my feet.
Jodi MeadowsMots clés asunder
I let go of my wings.
Not a nosoul. Not a butterfly.
A thousand years from now, even if I was never reborn, people would remember me. Ana Incarnate.
Mots clés incarnate
There was musuc in me, but in this post-Cataclysm world, that didn't matter very much.
Jodi MeadowsOur lives were short, brutal, and would never have enough music.
Jodi MeadowsSo, dragons." Fayden shook his head. "Yet another thing that wants to kill us.
Jodi MeadowsJust accept it, Ana. You can't stop your friends from loving you. You can't stop Sam from feeling the way he does. You know I admire that you question things, but this - this doesn't have to be one of them.
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