Atlanta Black

"…and Katie laughs in the porcelain tub, drops her head under bathwater and baptizes herself. Says: “Salvation is easy. You just have to die a little.” Same with love, mon amour. Same with anything dazzling and useless. The blackness beyond the reach of the lightbulb. The yellow patterned sheets. Our stunned faces, pale with strange relief when we witnessed the unraveling of all things beautifully brief: a love that slow dances. Holds hands when it crosses the street. Remembers to call home.

A love killed every night.

Resurrected every morning."

Don’t you dare look out your window, darlin’, everything’s on fire
The war outside our door keeps ragin’ on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when thе music’s gone, gone

Just close your еyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound

“And you, Ronan,” Niall said. He always said Ronan differently from other words. As if he had meant to say another word entirely – something like knife or poison or revenge – and then swapped it out for Ronan’s name at the last minute. “When you were born, the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood.”

It was a story he told more than once, but Ronan’s mother, Aurora, insisted it was a lie. She said when Ronan emerged, the trees all grew flowers and the Henrietta ravens laughed.

Arthur: What happened to you Morgana? I thought we were friends


Morgana: As did I. But alas, we were both wrong.


Arthur: You can't blame me for my father's sins.


Morgana: It's a little late for that. You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel about me and my kind. You're not as different from Uther as you'd like to think.


Arthur: Nor are you.