Warrior of the Wild

A man who finds his masculinity threatened by a powerful woman is no man at all," he says. "You want someone who lifts you up, not tries to bring you down.

But I also know that true strength comes from being willing to fail in order to progress.

Not everyone knows how to love the right way.

I. Don't. Deserve. This. My soul has worth, and I won't let it depart this world just yet.

You may know what is best for you, but you have no right to say what is best for someone else. Iric has his own beliefs. Don't try to take those away from him.

No one commands me out in the wild. I will behave the way I want to. I will be who I am, and I won't hate myself for it.

Its not about giving in to the first boy who ever acted interested. Its about being interested in the boy who is finally worth it

True strength comes from being willing to fail in order to progress.

Girls cry. Warriors don't cry. Dammit, Father. I'm a person. I have feelings. I was so screwed over, and if I want to cry, I'm allowed to. Once I give myself permission, a weight seems to grow light and float away from me.

How can a person hurt so much?

I nudge the body with a foot, look up at my father, and say "Here is your god.

I had never realized how connected everything is to the abdomen. Breathing. Walking. Even holding things.

I may have lost much. But I have also gained much. And I am better for it.

It is a relief to get the words out, but it is shortly replaced by vulnerability. When people know your secrets, they can use them to hurt you.

I may be strong, but I also need to be able to walk.

You are worthy of love. Not everyone knows how to love the right way. But you remember how that feels and vow never to do it to others.

I'm a person. I have feelings. I was so screwed over, and if I want to cry, I'm allowed to.

We wouldn't get together because we're the only options for each other. We'd get together because you're a wickedly talented warrior woman, who doesn't let anyone get close to her, and I love a challenge.

You see, you saved my life. Now it belongs to you. I owe you a life debt. From now until I draw my last breath. I am your man.

For the hundredth time, I wonder why I can't be a warrior and a woman.

But if there is anything I learned out in the wild, it is that a mattugr proves nothing. It does not turn one person from a child to an adult. It does not suddenly turn you into a great warrior or fill your head with wisdom. It is a pointless task meant to restore honor. But honor cannot be given. It is something that you find within yourself.

Losing all honor and doing nothing to get it back is stupid. An eternity of damnation is stupid.

What does a god do all day? Count his gems?

As for you,” Father says, turning to Soren, “are you courting my daughter?” “Yes, sir,” Soren says. “You haven’t asked my permission.” “You sent your daughter to die out in the wild. Why should I ask you anything where she is concerned?

I am proud of what I made you. You will do great things, Rasmira.” “I already have, Father. And you may have helped shape me, but I made myself. I’ve become what I wanted.

But honor cannot be given. It is something that you find within yourself.

These men all hold my fate in their hands, and I don’t care one bit. I survived the wild. I survived a god. And whatever else they decide to do to me next, I will survive that, too.

Each scar marks me as a survivor. A warrior of the wild.

He brought me food when he knew I must be close to running out, even showed me how I could obtain more on my own. He recognized that I didn’t like accepting help from others, and he challenged me. I like that. I like him. It’s not about giving in to the first boy who ever acted interested. It’s about being interested in the boy who is finally worth it.

It’s not about giving in to the first boy who ever acted interested. It’s about being interested in the boy who is finally worth it.