The doorknob twisted. โIโm coming with you.โ I ran over and held it shut. โNo, you are so not. We canโt carry your unconscious body around the Center. Besides, I need you here. If something goes wrong, I canโt handle you getting hurt.โ โWait, so itโs okay if I get hurt?โ Jack asked. โYes,โ I snapped at the same time as Lend and Arianna. โAs long as youโre sure, then,โ Jack muttered.
Kiersten WhiteI was thinking about framing, and how so much of what we think about our lives and our personal histories revolves around how we frame it. The lens we see it through, or the way we tell our own stories. We mythologize ourselves. So I was thinking about Persephone's story, and how different it would be if you told it only from the perspective of Hades. Same story, but it would probably be unrecognizable. Demeter's would be about loss and devastation. Hades's would be about love.
Kiersten WhiteHow?" I had seen it with my own eyes, but I still didn't believe it. Then something struck me. "Take off your shirt!" "I'm not that kind of guy!" He frowned thoughtfully. "On second thought, why not?" I blushed angrily and looked at Raquel. "What is he? I don't see anything!" "He's not 'anything'.Just a talented boy." "Then how did he make a door? How did he get through the Paths?" "Wait,so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants,too?" Lend and I joined forces in a dark glare. "Only if you want me to vomit," I snapped.
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