“An alder tree can't become an oak at will. A maple can't pick up its roots like legs, and stride, step by powerful step, along the shore to find the sun. And everything that ever said otherwise--all those years of… — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
“for one precious moment, I believed everything she did was because of love. but now love and power are both shouting their names. I… — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
“An alder tree can't become an oak at will. A maple can't pick up its roots like legs, and stride, step by powerful step,… — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
“You come back here, you good-for-nothing! Come help me drag these ailing bones." The old man flees toward the Lethe as fast as his… — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
“Soil, blood, seed- Let me draw strength from you. let it be enough.” — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
