Rebecca Ross

The call to fight for something so fervently that death holds no sting over you.

Forest was tall, Iris petite. He was five years her senior,

It made her heart ache—his writing was extraordinary—and she had dreamt about him that night.

Endings were often found in beginnings,

Turn a foe into a friend, and you’ll have one less enemy.

Before magic had begun to bloom from the soil, rising from divine bones, charming certain doorways and buildings and settling into the rare object.

Once, there had been a hundred gods between the two families, their individual powers fanning across the firmament, land, and water. But over time they had killed each other, one by one, until only five remained.

What about me? What about Mum? How can you love this goddess more than us?

Roman’s gaining columnist instead of attending university and studying literature, as Roman wanted to do

god of vitality and healing,