โRun,โ he whispered. โRun.โ โNo, Rand,โ I said, brushing the dirt from his face. โIโm tired of running.โ โForgive me, please.โ He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. โYouโre forgiven.โ He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.
Maria V. SnyderYour fear remains strong. You are not ready to face your story, preferring instead to surround yourself with knots. Someday, they will strangle you.
Maria V. SnyderUrsan flourished the knife, threatening me. "Talk, or I'll start cutting off body parts." "Yours? Or mine?" I kept my voice steady despite my insides twisting into goo. "It's an important distinction.
Maria V. Snyder