“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 rickety legs will carry him. Like an army scouring the countryside, she surges in his wake,… — 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
