In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because Iโm stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcieโs list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesnโt have to know.
Libba BrayPeace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
Libba BrayTell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.
Libba BrayShe was tired of being told how it was by this generation, whoโd botched things so badly. Theyโd sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then theyโd sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldnโt. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.
Libba Bray