An enjoyable fantastical read. Perfect for all who love Islamic mythology, diverse world-building. complex history and characters that make you question your ideas of right, wrong and the greater good.
What divides you from me? A thousand words said.
What keeps me apart from you? A million more unsaid.
The cherry tree outside my window is so full of flowers, its ready to burst and if you were here, I’d spin a tale – for your ears alone – of a brief burst of love as bright and rare as the pink in bloom…
It’s okay to be afraid. Of yourself. For yourself.
And okay to feel alone. Amid a crowd. Within our self…
He shifted to rest back against the car before perching his chin on her shoulder. “Tell me.”
She watched him from the corner of her eye. “What?”
“How long have you known what you are to me.”
Time. A singular noun shared by all beings. But is it lived or passed? Do we thrive in it, survive it or just use it as a mold to identify and categorize otherwise simultaneous realities?
Twin ghosts that looked liked her but were about as real as a half-forgotten day dream started back at her. None of them was truly her, she knew. But which of them defined her? Was she the gossamer-like creature as fragile as a wisp, or the solid, assertive body next to it?