“I am not afraid of you,” I said quietly. “Oh?” The Goblin King lifted his head. “I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground,” he said, mismatched eyes glinting. “I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a… — 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 Image
“I did not want to fight. I wanted to surrender, because surrender was the greater part of courage.” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Humans were not meant for isolation. WE were not meant for loneliness.” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Without sacrifice, nothing good can grow. Without death, there can be no rebirth." -Der Erlkonig” — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
