"To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered." - Rhysand, Lord of Night, A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas
I remember falling, falling, through fire and cloud and mist, through the stars and spirits, racing me down to the ground and earth. The burning as I freely careened out of the sky, the wild wind tearing me apart. The fear that caused me to scream noiselessly, my voice disappearing as the speed of my descent tore it away, as gravity whisked me down. Then suddenly, arms, cold arms, catching me, holding me, their touch shadowy light as if they were nothing more than a dream or nightmare as if I were nothing more than faded spirit, weightless. As we softly floated down, the night air warming against my skin, cooling my burns. Whoever held me, I somehow knew I could trust them, knew instinctively that it was he, and that he would never hurt me. The tension and fear and pain all melted away, my soul and my mind melded with his, calming me, and inside him, I could hear a song, singing me softly to sleep.
And so I slept.
