“Now I know that you can soak your skin in starlight and scrub your lungs with noonday winds and trail your fingers through ombre sunrises and call yourself the granddaughter of the witches they couldn't burn, and none of that breath or beauty or blaze is ward or amulet.” LifeImaginationBeautyFarewellEthereal Book:The Arrival of Someday Source: The Arrival of Someday