FESTERING WOUNDS AND BARREN LANDS

“And, because in some hard core of me, in some stubborn trench of selfish refusal, I could not, even at ten years of age, surrender to anything or anyone, I fought that pain. I analysed its offensive, and found its lines of attack. It festered, like the corruption in a wound turned sour, drawing strength from me. I knew enough to know the remedy. Hot iron for infection, cauterize, burn, make it pure. I cut from myself all the weakness of care. The love for my dead, I put aside, secure in a casket, an object of study, a dry exhibit, no longer bleeding, cut loose, set free. The capacity for new love, I burned out. I watered it with acid until the ground lay barren and nothing there would sprout, no flower take root.”

– Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence

 

DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE

“I walked in a cocoon of silence, with nothing but the soft words of the rain, and the sound of my boots on the Lichway. I’ll tell you now. The silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s a blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.”

– Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence 

DON’T LET ME SEE

“My eyes are filling fast with tears and I blink and blink but the world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is, that our eyes blur the truth when we can’t bear to see it.”

– Ignite Me (Shatter Me) by Tahereh Mafi