“ Ire, like an atom bomb, could clear the field but came with consequence. ”
For so long, she had remained the sleeping volcano, her passion and pain and anger roiling quietly as lava within. She’d buried her love deep within her core; with heat and pressure she made diamonds of it all, gemstones precious and beautiful, glittering and indestructible and of no use but to be hoarded in her heart.
~ Julia Debarrioz
I speak of the human heart, not a logic puzzle. -Diego de Gama
