What came before has dissolved from me, lost like milk teeth. But I think, rather, that it has always been as it is, and there was never a beforethis nor will there be an afternow. I am accepting. This is not a thing to be solved, or conquered, or destroyed. It is. I am. We are. We conjugate together in darkness, plotting against each other, the Labyrinth to eat me and I to eat it, each to swallow the hard, black opium of the other. We hold orange petals beneath our tongues and seethe. It has always been so. It grinds against me and I bite into its skin.
Catherynne M. ValenteI have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire โ where the old world looked at a woman alone and immortal and said: she must long to die, I have tried to say: look at her live!
Catherynne M. ValenteThatโs what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. Itโs practically what theyโre for.
Catherynne M. ValenteDonโt worry,โ Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. โMy old bones will follow yours soon enough.
Catherynne M. ValenteOh, but Masha, canโt you see? You are. An Ivan has come. That is like saying, Midnight has struck. It is time for bed, little one. You cannot have both. In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. Silver or black. Human or demon. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
Catherynne M. ValenteShe put her hand on her chest. โI have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must be still. I have read quite as many stories as you, September. More, no doubt. And I know a secret you do not: I am not the villain. I am no dark lord. I am the princess in this tale. I am the maiden, with her kingdom stolen away. And how may a princess remain safe and protected through centuries, no matter who may assail her? She sleeps. For a hundred years, for a thousand. Until her enemies have all perished and the sun rises over her perfect, innocent face once more.
Catherynne M. Valente