firebird

She thinks of her mother, sitting cross-legged, sewing marigolds into garlands for the gods, telling her: "The biggest mistake we make is thinking we are powerless

I see... the way you're always searching. How much you hate anything fake or phony. How you're older than your years, but still... playful, like a little girl. How you're always looking into people, or wondering what they see when they look back at you. Your eyes. It's all in the eyes.

Oh Jesus, oh Zeus, oh Odin,_ Anya dropped the stick and started shaking. __h shit._ The bird spread out its wings, which slowly transformed back into arms and the rest followed until it was a man once more.