mary dowd

I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chose, and magic is as real as your hand print in the snow. I will tell you of how we unlocked the Pandora’s box of ourselves, tasted freedom, stained our souls with blood and choice, and unleashed a horror on the world that destroyed it’s dearest Order.

Today, were were once again in that garden of beauty where one’s greatest wishes can be made real….Heather, sweet-smelling, the color of wine, swayed under an orange-gold sky. For hours, we lay on it, wanting for nothing, turning blades of grass into butterflies with just the touch of our finger, whatever we imagined made real by our will and desire.
—  Mary Dowd (A Great and Terrible Beauty)