Are you seeing strange visions, diviner?” he cooed. “They are not real except to you. Calm your heart, let your breath flow free. You are safe with me, pale bird. Do not fly away.” His tone was so gentle that it almost calmed me, too.

Towering, white in field of blue, Soft and gentle as we flew, Through the golden sunlight bright, Dream of never-ending flight.

“And one will come from the north, burning, burning, Judgment and Wisdom borne by the flow of spirit to spirit, Do not speak to us of the times that follow, For they shall be as a dream of death as a nightmare walking, The dusk shall vanquish all but the covenant until the dawn of the tide.”

I’m not going to break. Just because I broke before doesn’t mean that I’m fragile.

Comparisons get you nowhere. They only make you ashamed of what you should be grateful for.

It was hard to choose between good and best.

Maybe you misunderstood.” “Maybe you have more enemies than you think.

I didn’t want to live life as an invalid. I wanted to live it as an adventurer.

His prospects had gone from soaring to plummeting and there was nothing I could do for him to fix the hole that had torn in who he was.