C.J. Redwine

Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn

Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph's waist and give her a quick squeeze. "Lesson's over for today. I have something to discuss with Logan.""Sounds serious." Jodi wiggles her brows at me."I think that's just Rachel for 'I need to go kiss my boy.'" Sylph laughs when I glare at her.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

I love you best, and I'll miss you forever.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

You're worth so much more than anything I can give you. If you can't believe that right now, believe in me.

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

We walked through the streets with our protectors. We wore our dresses. We gave up our education because that was the price of safety. That was the bargain we made with the devil we knew to escape the devil we didn't.

Sometimes having courage means the hardest tasks fall onto your shoulders, and those leave the biggest scars.

Thank you for telling me fairy tales, but also for teaching me how to face the battle I'd need to win in real life.

Sometimes the thing you think will fix everything ruins it instead. And sometimes what hurts you has to tear you apart before it makes you stronger.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

That's not what he meant," Rachel says again, pink flushing her cheeks."Actually, I meant-" I start to say, but Willow cuts me off."What? It's true. He looks at you like he'd like to dip you in sugar and eat you up.

I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.

It__ probably my job to tell you life isn__ fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I__l tell you that hope is precious, and you__e right not to give up.

Pain is such a useful thing. It corrects us when we're wrong. It shapes our character. It teaches us that we're alive.

I never thought it was fair that anatomy decided what my brain was fit for.