Lucy Snyder

We will use the blood of this world to write dark, beautiful poetry across the walls of the universe.

This was the first time he’d been close enough to see that each side of the box was shaped like a face of some sort, but not a human face…or maybe they were faces of things that had once been human but weren’t anymore

but when she looked in his eyes, she sometimes felt she was staring out into the cold blackness between the stars.

“But do you think he loves me?”
Yolanda spoke carefully. “I think men like him know how to possess things and take care of things. They don’t know how to love as women need to be loved.”

When you spend your whole life out in the cold and finally find a nice warm fire, you want to stay near it, even if it stands a good chance of burning you

She felt as though she had been transported to an entirely different world, and that she was not traveling through water but soaring above a dazzling forest on a planet lit by a foreign star

They gave off a faint green glow that she instantly recognized.
“The meteor,” she breathed. “You were inside it!”

Thilini stood on the docks, staring out at the gray expanse of water, remembering the cold touch of the leviathan’s mind in hers. She did not know whether it was a solitary conqueror, a lost traveler, or an exile marooned by its own kind on her planet.
But she did know that if it ever emerged from the depths, she would sense it. As she kissed the top of tiny Ganesha’s head, she vowed she would move Heaven and Earth to stop it.

“Then we will do what we must. But in the meantime, I say give the monster the sea, and we can take the sky.”

was bound, though I have not bound.

I was not recognized. But I have recognized

that the All is being dissolved,

both the earthly and the heavenly.

–The Gospel of Mary Magdalene