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“Hope drowned in shadows
emerges fiercely splendid–�
boldly angelic.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.”
― Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

“The Marquess shrugged. “I’m a shadow. I do know I am a shadow, Iago. I know most of the time. It’s only when I cannot bear how everyone looks at me down here that I make myself forget it. Shadows are the other side of yourself. I had longings to be good, even then. I was just stronger than my wanting. I’m stronger than anything, really, when I want to be.â€� The Marquess’s hair turned white as the snow. “Do you know, we’re right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the season. Just above us, the light shines golden on daffodils full of rainwine and heartgrass and a terrible, wicked, sad girl I can’t get back to. I don’t even know if I want to. Do I want to be her again? Or do I want to be free? I come here to think about that. To be near her and consider it. I think I shall never be free. I think I traded my freedom for a better story. It was a better story, even if the ending needed work.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being?”
― Nema Al-Araby, Remnants and Ashes

“Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being?”
― Nema Al-Araby, Remnants and Ashes