The Library of Fates

I thought about how many elements it took to create the simplest of things - a pink sky an unusually perfect day, a happy family, a deep friendship, a moment of pure delight. I wondered, too, what it took to undo these things. It seemed to me that undoing something was far easier than creating it.

It was a second. A blink. The flap of a bird's wing, the moment it takes to say hello, or goodbye. So quickly that it made me think of all the insignificant seconds that we throw away. And all the seconds that we don't too. The seconds that we hold on to, that we return to... I considered the fact that all it takes is a second for life to completely change.

That's how it all starts?" I could hardly believe that the source of the world's problems was a love triangle. "That's how it all starts," Thala confirmed. "I suppose it's how all human drama starts. It's not overnight. It takes years and years. It takes... a recognition that you'll never be the hero of the story." "So you choose to be the monster.

Maybe those stories did more harm than good by giving us false hope. All they did was reinforce our faith that the world was once made up almost entirely of magic or miracles. But where was that magic now, when we needed it?

Company is sometimes the best thing we can give each other.

Some things are fixed, others are changeable. You can’t change what’s fixed or fix what’s changeable. That’s what my mother always said.

What would happen when there was no one there to tell me I had to go on when I didn’t have it in me?

But perhaps one day, you’ll find yourself walking through a forest, and maybe if you listen closely enough, and maybe if you ask from the very bottom of your heart, one of the trees might hear the longing in your soul—the longing for connection, the longing for something deeper that resides so far below the surface of the world in which we choose to live out our day-to-day. And you’ll hear it, the voice of one of those trees, calling back to you, telling you that the world is alive with mysteries, and that in order to understand them, one must first learn to be still, to listen, and the world will unveil itself to you, as though it was waiting to do so all along.

Fear is actually the strongest evidence of our powers, the threshold we need to cross in order to reclaim them. All I know is that it’s time for you to reclaim your powers, and it’s time for us to begin a new adventure.

It seemed to me that undoing something was far easier than creating it.

Sikander was right—they were just stories, and stories couldn’t save people. Maybe those stories did more harm than good by giving us false hope. All they did was reinforce our faith that the world was once made up almost entirely of magic or miracles. But where was that magic now, when we needed it?

And we will. Because we’re not broken. And we won’t be silenced. It is up to us to build webs of goodness wherever we go, up to us to uproot injustices and expose them to the light. So be brave, keep fighting, and I will fight alongside you.

How do you think gods and goddesses are created?” he asked. “They’re anomalies. People who have sacrificed themselves for something bigger than themselves.

I don’t believe that anyone is more powerful than anyone else. I believe that anyone can change. I believe there are mysteries built over even more powerful mysteries, and it takes lifetimes to unearth them.

He sustains the world while he’s awake. He creates while he dreams.

Company is sometimes the best thing we can give each other. It can be a balm for all the fear, loss, and anguish in the world.