![]() Her screams had even shocked the beasts into silence, but after a moment they resumed their piteous moaning outside the door. ![]() Mihai held Esme's head in his hands as she writhed on I the floor of the tabernacle. Falling to her knees, she imagined she was in a long corridor, and though she couldn't see or feel the doors, she tried to keep them open so the pain would find some egress after it had torn her in two. It shattered the world into a maelstrom of jagged wings, beating and tearing at her. She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. She snatched the name from the air and held on to it as pain came down like drums and thunder and she felt herself begin to pull apart. Whenever she had held the babies in the crook of her arm, she had been besieged with almost-memories, like fireflies never close enough to catch. Rooftop dancing, a string purse filled with cherries and lace, fairy tale books embossed with gold.Īnd her body remembered things her mind did not. ![]() ![]() Wolves, beasts, girl-mothers, stolen boys. She tried to hold her mind like a corridor of open doors, clear and ready for footfall, for whatever might dance past. ![]()
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