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    Maria Brodersencompartió una citahace 2 años
    “Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”
    hypnagogicwallflowercompartió una citahace 2 años
    His eyes opened. “Name one hero who was happy.”

    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason’s children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus’ back.

    “You can’t.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward.

    “I can’t.”

    “I know. They never let you be famous and happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

    “Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this.

    “I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.”

    “Why me?”

    “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”

    “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.

    “I swear it,” he echoed.

    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.

    “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”

    A trumpet blew, somewhere on the slopes beneath us. It was abrupt and ragged, as if sounded in warning. Before I could speak or move, he was on his feet, his dagger out, slapped up from the sheath on his thigh. It was only a hunting knife, but in his hands it would be enough. He stood poised, utterly still, listening with all of his half-god senses.

    I had a knife, too. Quietly, I reached for it and stood. He had placed himself between me and the sound. I did not know if I should go to him, stand beside him with my own weapon lifted. In the end, I did not. It had been a soldier’s trumpet, and battle, as Chiron had so bluntly said, was his gift, not mine.
    Susana Gallegos Riveracompartió una citahace 2 años
    People are wrong when they talk of love at first sight. It is neither love nor lust. No. As she walks away from you, what you feel is loss. A premonition of loss.
    Maria Brodersencompartió una citahace 2 años
    His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled
    b1093378077compartió una citahace 2 años
    We pretend to want things we don’t want so nobody can see us not getting what we need
    bernsamcompartió una citahace 8 meses
    Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.
    Avani Vaidyacompartió una citahace 2 años
    And in the end the question that always came back to me was this: How could I, of all people, chastise someone for their past?
    Tania Bassotcompartió una citael año pasado
    am a grown woman—mostly—and I can guzzle champagne with whomever I choose.
    b8742368372compartió una citael año pasado
    I longed to enter the fraternity of the artist: the hunger, their manner of dress, their process and prayers.
    Zorry Alexcompartió una citahace 2 años
    I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.
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