“He was beautiful in the way things born to power often are… He rode a silver-grey stallion that looked like it had been bred from starlight and arrogance. True love dies most beautifully in the mouths of poets and liars. She was beautiful in the way teeth are beautiful right before they bite. I am the scream behind the silence. I am the ending that learned how to dance.” PoetryHealingFeminismEmpowermentTraumaRebellionDark FantasyRomantasyStrenghtFemale Rage Book:The Serpent's Dance : A Fable for the Girls Who Burned and Didn’t Apologise Source: The Serpent's Dance : A Fable for the Girls Who Burned and Didn’t Apologise