Peace was never an option
Seldom, very seldom does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.
Seldom, very seldom does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.
They expect her to run. They know she will run. And she does. But at them.
the head is too wise the heart is all fire
She's like a Dalek with a blacklist. Absolutely relentless.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
But for once, I see all those characters and I don't really envy them their fantasy worlds. I'm okay with my reality, as messy and imperfect as it may be. I don't really know what comes next, but honestly isn't that the best part of writing a story anyway? Maybe it's the best part of real life, too.