“But Elisabeth..." I held my breath. "She was never a hothouse flower. She is a sturdy oak tree. If her leaves have fallen, then she will bloom again come spring. She was not ready to die when she gave her… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share Image
“For you, Elisabeth.” He offered me the flute again. This time I took it. Despite the cold air, the instrument was warm, and felt… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“I did not want to fight. I wanted to surrender, because surrender was the greater part of courage.” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Her grandmother had told her to beware the wolves that prowled in the wood, but the little girl knew the little boy was not… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“He looked at me as no one had before, as though I were more the sum of my eyes, my nose, my lips, my… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“We were as far from each other as we could be in that moment; he on one end of forever, me on the other.” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“I am,” I said slowly, “a girl with music in her soul. I am a sister, a daughter, a friend, who fiercely protects those… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Beware. That on burns like kindling. All flash, and no real heat. But you...you smolder, mistress. There is a fire burning within you, but… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“But Elisabeth..." I held my breath. "She was never a hothouse flower. She is a sturdy oak tree. If her leaves have fallen, then… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Someone takes me in his arms. “Hans?” I ask weakly. There is no reply. Only the sensation of long fingers running along the length… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Without sacrifice, nothing good can grow. Without death, there can be no rebirth." -Der Erlkonig” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Farewell, Mother, careworn and abiding, Farewell, Papa, faded brightness hiding. Farewell, Constanze, I took your tales to heart, Farewell, Hans, and your fumbles in… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
“It was a pleasure to open that door and turn the lock, hearing the solid thunk and clang as the mechanism slid into place.… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share
