Rebecca Ross

If we must drown, let us do so entwined

“The days may be dark,” Sidra said. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel joy. We

But alas, hearts are made to be broken, aren’t they, bard?”

“If they must break,” Jack said, “then they break and remake themselves into stronger vessels.”

But now I realize that it is better to live, to feel and have a clean break than be half-dead and cold, cracked from resentment.”

The call to fight for something so fervently that death holds no sting over you.

Forest was tall, Iris petite. He was five years her senior,

It made her heart ache—his writing was extraordinary—and she had dreamt about him that night.

Endings were often found in beginnings,

Turn a foe into a friend, and you’ll have one less enemy.

Before magic had begun to bloom from the soil, rising from divine bones, charming certain doorways and buildings and settling into the rare object.