Rachel Yoder

She did not let herself dwell on the tight ball of fear inside her, because this sort of indulgence was one she could not afford.

She did not let herself dwell on the tight ball of fear inside her, because this sort of indulgence was one she could not afford.

and now she would be this, whatever this was. A wild, complicated woman with strange yearnings. Stubborn and angry—soft and sweet, though, too. She was creator and then also the dark force that roamed the night. She was part high-minded intention and part instinct, raw flight