He came to me in the night. His Bedouin hands gathered the pain from my mind and lead it into the vast desert of time, freeing me all at once from its iron shackles.
…it was far too late to stop the wheels that had been put into motion
“Well, you have to admit, we didn’t get off to the very best start,” he reminded her.
“Recover?” Pri scoffed, glowering at the alter where the only man she had ever loved stood, “there is no recovery from a wound like this.”
You have too much heart for others. Hoping someone will share a fraction of that back to you.
Look what my candle did.
The weight on their shoulders was immense, but they had always carried on as if they weren’t over-encumbered. As if it was the Beforetime.