The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
NIKITA GILLThe river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
NIKITA GILLEven without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.
NIKITA GILLHow your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
NIKITA GILLForgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
NIKITA GILLYou have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
NIKITA GILLWhen I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
NIKITA GILLHeroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
NIKITA GILLLies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
NIKITA GILLI am so hungry for someone to love me.
NIKITA GILLTo my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.’
NIKITA GILLThe world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
NIKITA GILLMaybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
NIKITA GILLEvery time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
NIKITA GILLPerhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
NIKITA GILLTell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
NIKITA GILLMy darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
NIKITA GILL