“–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die–“What?”–Meaning–”
“–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die–“What?”–Meaning–”
Heather Heffner
“We’re only five years apart,” I said defiantly. “If you look at some of those dysfunctional vampyre relationships, we’re near normal.”
Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger“In a world of fog and gray, the youth is a shining being dressed in dark violet, his golden-flecked hair smoothed back from his bronzed temples. He resembles a human, but no man I have ever seen holds himself like a king, like a gleaming statue chiseled from topaz.I swallow. I am standing before a demon, the most beautiful being I have ever seen, and I can’t run. I can only stand in the hushed glade and stare, snowflakes falling in the space between us.”
Heather Heffner, The Tribe of Ishmael“Father never went into depth about what happened if I woke up, unable to remember how I’d died, but most definitely in the hands of those not selected to have s’mores and sleepovers for all of eternity.”
Heather Heffner, The Tribe of Ishmael“There is a rule in Hell: Don’t trust anyone who takes time out of their day to help you.”
Heather Heffner, The Tribe of Ishmael“We cannot leave, but that does not mean we will stay—stay in the same place in the same system that profits from recycling us at the bottom. We will disrupt it. Build our own space that will swallow bits and pieces of theirs. We were waiting for permission, waiting for the Darkness to acknowledge our worth, but we’ve always had the power to make it come to be.”
Heather Heffner, The Tribe of Ishmael“My body slid from human to wolf in a crack! of black smoke. Wolf was panting and I watched frost dissipate on my hot tongue, sending tiny rivulets of steam into the air. The world was sharp and clear, and I never realized how many different colors of shadow there were. It made me savor the dark beauty of night even more.”
Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf“The lanterns filled the sky, pulsing with the harmonious light of fireflies, and a great host of ghosts departed from the earth to join them. The higher they rose into the zenith of the heavens, the further night was chased back, until a great and radiant being resumed its throne in the sky.”
Heather Heffner, Year of the Tiger“I want to be humbled. I want to meet people more messed up than I am. I want to get lost and come out the other end having no idea who I am.”
Heather Heffner, The Tribe of Ishmael“It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.”
Heather Heffner, Year of the Wolf“–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die–“What?”–Meaning–”
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