“I am done being careful. I am done being quiet. Let them see me angry. Let them hear me wail at the top of my lungs.” — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“Walk me, foreign valley Hear us wail, know our call, Kill me, the troubled nomad, war torn and hungry Quell the sun and all its tyranny. Break the day, so to say and slay, the snow and all we know,… — Rosca Marx Copy Share Image
