Consumed by the rage of separation from their children, the mothers on the other side of the tyrant’s wall let that rage devour them until they were nothing more than a foul, poisonous mist light enough to rise above it, but heavy enough to destroy anything that stood in their way.
Husbands and fathers told them they could not go to war because it was not a woman’s place. When none of the husbands or fathers returned after the last battle, Sakura told Ichika that the only way their children would survive when the Oda came was if they picked up swords and proved those dead men […]
She said the answers would come when the time was right, told me to watch the waves for my salvation. She said, “When at last you learn your lesson, Amelia, the key to your freedom will wash ashore.” A hundred years I waited, and finally it had come: permission to shed my isolation and mark my […]
I already know what’s out there. I remember the wind in the grass, the whispers of the chaff, the subtlety of the waves lapping at the shore. He wants me to see what’s out there so I miss it, so I ache for the freedom he’s taken away, but he doesn’t know what’s in here. […]