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Meagan Spooner

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    All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.

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    But arrows are winged creatures.

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    Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness-a moment in which I want to touch the flame. Just to see if I can still be burned.

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    Flirtation was already outside Marian's expertise, but trying to seem receptive to his advances was all the harder when he made none.

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    Her thoughts came to life in the stillness of the wood, nurtured by the air and the scent and the vividness of it.

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    How do you know this story?" Yeva's breath caught. "Because it's my story too," she whispered. "Because I thought I wouldn't be happy until I left town to live in the wood, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I could hunt every day, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I avenged my father's death. Because I spent a year in an old castle with the young prince and the gray wolf and I thought I couldn't be happy until I killed them both, and when I did, I wept harder than I ever have in my life. Because I thought I couldn't be happy until I went home, and then I thought I couldn't be happy until I came back." "Because I thought the reason I'd always felt so restless was because I was meant for magic," Yeva said softly. "That if I could fix the story, that if I rescued the young prince and the gray wolf and I found the Firebird and I held in my hands everything I'd ever wanted, I would live happily ever after.

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    I heard her voice, her stories, her softness as she spoke of her family, and her iron as she spoke of me - I heard her scream, and I moved without thought.

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    I’ve heard this sound before, she realized, her entire body tingling. She’d caught glimpses of it, like a distant haunting refrain, in her deepest moments of silence in the wood. When the long days stretched timelessly on, and her mind emptied of thoughts until there was only her footsteps in the snow, only the feel of the bow in her hand, the bite of cold on her cheeks. When everything else faded away, this sound was what was left.

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    Radical and insurgent and impatient. Those qualities sound more like you, my love.

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    She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest—and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. she reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be.

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    She remembered perching on the sill of her bedroom window with the pane opened a crack so she could let the winter in, and she remembered letting it sting her nose and wash over her until she was shivering and blue.

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    She wept because she did not know what she wanted, and because she wanted everything...

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    Such a deadly thing, a feather.

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    There is something out there, he'd said. Something cunning.

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    We are of the forest and of magi, and we have always been.

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    We're inches apart yet worlds away.

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    Who are you to say that being a lady, in itself, is not its own kind of war.

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    Meagan Spooner

    Writer's block' is just a fancy way of saying 'I don't feel like doing any work today.