““The Quiet Girls" Were we never wolves? No, we never were. We never let ourselves be lured into a lair. We never licked honey off an eyetooth just for the sweet. We never swallowed our own blood with the honey. We were neither animal nor stone. We were ephemeral, motes in light, breath in winter. Drifting was safe travel; we knew it then, and we were right. The earth slowed its spinning and we stayed on. Trenches yawned, and we skirted them. We survived the meteor shower—no fragments fell on us. Still we float like spores, always aloft and away.””
