Today’s favorite lines:
COLD REIGN:
I was already moving. Kicked hard. Stepping into the motion, adding momentum and spin. He was a big guy, but a well-placed kick to the wrists beat weight lifting any day. I followed it up, stepping closer and swinging a fist into his jaw.
BLOOD OF THE EARTH:
Belowground, something dark raced around and around the boundaries of Soulwood, as if learning the limits of its prison or searching for weaknesses in the wood’s walls. It felt frantic, and to my knowledge, this hadn’t happened the only other time I’d fed the woods. But it would settle. Surely it would.
I went inside to sleep, in the tiny bed I had claimed so long ago, upstairs in the nook that was mine, had always been mine, even when living with John. Even when I’d had wifely duties to accept. When we were done with marital relations, I’d always left and come upstairs under the eaves, uneasy in Leah’s bed and unable to rest with John’s snoring.
Faith