Nenia Campbell, Wishing Stars: Space Opera Fairytales Quotes
I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.
You are my star and you have made me see, ” he tells her, “and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.
She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones in the cathedral of her body.
What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon, ” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?
If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell.