I perceive that you have a cruel heart, my child. It lies within your breast like a smoldering blade, hissing steam at me.
Catherynne M. ValenteBlue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtnโt; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels. I will say to you: You are dear to me as attar of roses. Please do not get eaten.
Catherynne M. ValenteDonโt worry,โ Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. โMy old bones will follow yours soon enough.
Catherynne M. ValenteWhenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.
Catherynne M. ValenteHere! 'Not thread nor glue, not nails nor screws, will ever self and shadow wed.' Helpful, those poet-types. Perhaps this one: 'Seek the grimy queen of dread machines, if you your errant shadow miss.' Now that's quite good! As a Prophetic Utterance, Third Class (Vague Hints and Mysterious Signs), you couldn't ask for better. It's downright plain-spoken!
Catherynne M. Valente