Kendare Blake

Anna's eyes soften, and the stubborn tears begin to recede. The way she stands, the way she breathes, I know she wants to come closer. New knowledge fills up the air between us and neither of us wants to breathe it in.

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.

I don’t think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, thatevery breath was charmed and crisp.