“ There's always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more. ”
Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.
~ Roshani Chokshi
And in such bliss does devastation grow.
Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?
I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every person's hollow spaces---those things that kept us cold at night and that place where we retreated when no one was looking---and all it could do was unlock what was already there.
