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“she's a wildflower on fire with all that sweet soul sugar and an ache inside to unfold and to grow into so much more, all that destiny written in her eyes, she’s wild butterflies, and she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon to face her fears and to find her way through all of the dark and the heavy that she's carried for so long… there's fight here, but there's surrender here too. and there could be so much freedom here if she could just let herself fall into that beautiful chaos and dig deep into that passion in her bones… she could uncover all the beautiful things that those wildfires inside of her hold.”

“She's a woman. Like a chameleon does, a woman quietly blends into all the parts of her life. Sometimes you can hardly tell she's there, she's so quiet going on about her business. Feed the baby. Muck the stables. Make soup from stones. Make a sheet into a dress. She doesn't count on destiny for anything. She knows its her own hands, her own arms, her own thighs and breasts that have to do the work. Destiny is bigger in men's lives. Destiny is a welcome guest in a man's house. She barely knocks and he's there to open the door. "Yes, yes. You do it," he says to destiny and lumbers back to his chair.”

“She's about to lift her fist to knock against the window, but she pauses because the person sitting next to Jack is stroking her husband's leg with beautiful long white fingers. Jack looks down at his leg and interlaces his fingers with the woman's. She pulls him towards her and he gives in easily. Cassie watches, paralyzed, as they come together in a way that looks inevitable, the pressure too great to not put their lips together, for his hands not to hold her face as he kisses it, her red hair cascading between his fingers like lava. He's kissed Cassie like that so many times. She touches her face, almost expecting to feel his hands there, where they should be, holding her face, not holding [the woman's]. Cassie can't move. It's as though her mind has been cleaved clean away from her body. She watches them push and pull against each other, watches as [the woman] smiles behind her kissing mouth and her fingers fall to Jack's fly, like they've been there before. Cassie's heart dilates and contracts painfully, like the organ itself has been thumped hard. The force shoves her backwards, and she grips the window frame to stop herself falling.”

“She's after you," Zara blurted out, putting to one side for later consideration the fact he knew her so well. "You probably don't even realize it because you don't speak bitch." Jay's voice took on a deep, steady warmth that made Zara's knees weak. "There's only one woman I want." "I hope it's me or someone's getting a four-inch stiletto through the throat," she muttered under her breath.”

“She’s already a bunch of stressors stacked in a trench coat. There are only that many kidnapping and murder attempts a child can endure before developing serious issues and self-destructive behaviors. We wouldn’t want her to grow up and, say, got to grad school.” “Don’t worry,” Misery reassures me, “every day I drill into her that we’ll be disappointed in anything but a Djing career.” “You’re such a good role model.”

“She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.”