“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.” -Madeline Miller, “The Song Of Achilles.”


Message to Readers

I am half asleep, like I assure you my eyes are drooping, yet I was reading “Children of Blood & Bone.” And got frustrated, because Tomi Adeyemi is astounding with her talent and I just wanted to write to get better so here you have this

And There They Go Again. Children or Heroes?

February 25, 2019


His fingers were slack, two hands that had given up, attached to a body that didn’t know what it was doing anymore.

And her hair was the colour of the rainwater you hear about in hopeful poems 

And his lips, they gushed red, first with his words, second with a smirk and finally with the blood he found himself choking on.

And oh, he looked as if he stood nearly alone, in a forest that had burned down around him, who reached out to the screaming nature as she fell.

And beside him was a girl with a heart like flames licking up a rose and toes curling in ashes like she’d finally be pleased.

Last week they’d been called a group of insufferable children and here they were no longer shining, but dull, with bodies just a little too divine and cold for the ground to keep

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