“It’s right and it’s you’re right, because you’re my beautiful child, and beauty has rights that plainness never will.” –Cansrel, Fire by Kristin Cashore Cansrel scares me because I’m sure I would be like him if given power.
Those diamond butterflies meander into life, soft whispers drenching the soul. And so we sailors say to the landers to come and joy our merry roll So the landers take baby steps checking the moon for a light And we just laugh, and wonder at their sight. Because sky sailing is always full of wonderment. […]
With a swish and a flick of her hand, she let the last few droplets of paint fall on the once-naked wall. It was painted with hazy-pastel-warm-cool-interesting-pretty colors, all of which had been described by her as “lovely.” And, everyone supposed they were. It wasn’t even a sunset that was on her bedroom wall, but […]