Sara Secora

“My sanity felt like it was hanging over a pit, dangling on a frayed string that I knew was going to break - it was only a matter of when.”

“A dream if like a whisper; soft and pleading. It's the trickle that needs to stirred.”

“Battered was my heart in the deep search, branded with cracks like slices of silver birch. An ignorant dream, a wish, just fool's gold -- that was the tale that love had sold.”

“The wood simpers to the flame, entangled in a dance of ruin. And as do we, my love.”