❝ The future was yet to be written, uncertain in every way except one: there will be fire.
When the dawn closed her eyes, she awoke in flames-a hellfire inferno burning as leaves on briar-thicket trees. A forest of thorns alight. A vision of the fut...
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with a spindle's touch, she wakes in flames.
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❝ There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we would cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more.
We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision. ❞
TWIN FLAMES Lang Leav
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SPIN THE STRAW INTO GOLD AND IT SHALL BECOME YOUR CROWN, CAME THE PROMISE THAT STARTED IT ALL.
Tangled in a web of her father's lies, a lowly miller's daughter cried out to the shadows cold, Deliver me, I beg! For I cannot turn this straw into gold.
