She could taste mortality the way a star remembers the taste of its birth, the lingering violence of creation.
Then let the world know that my first act of freedom was to help my friends.
It didn't matter if people underestimated her or not. She would win either way.
Everyone lies. It’s in the way we banter with our friends. It’s in the mundane greetings we give passersby. It’s in the most meaningless things we do every single moment of every single day. Hundreds upon thousands of tiny, iinconsequential lies.
Leave your worries to your waking hours, Kasiandra. They will always be there, waiting. Dreams, especially your dreams, are made for so much more.
Lost faith is the roots of a forgotten wood, waiting to thrive once more .