Brand New Ancients

We are ancient, brand new, basic and far beyond making ourselves into nothing; we need to recognize we’re something, and that we can be the gods we were born to be through loving.

Clive was close to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other opening his flies, she felt the fury rise, stared straight into his eyes; he couldn’t meet her gaze but she wouldn’t look away.

Millions of characters, each with their own epic narratives singing it’s hard to be an angel until you’ve been a demon.

But his supermen abandoned him, the shock of it anchored him, he couldn’t move a muscle – he felt like he was dreaming, found himself weeping to the sounds of her shrieking but unable to move he was stood there, invisible and useless as Glory burned brighter than any one of Zeus’s daughters, the fight in her eyes was inspiring. He saw her, the quie

We are still permanently trapped somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful. We are still godly; that’s what makes us so monstrous.

Jane – Brand New Pandora, legs crossed on the floor, with the lid off the box, heart full of shame and stomach in knots, no going back, she must learn to forgive herself and move on, ’cos what happens in love is beyond right or wrong.

It was like she’d reconnected with a strength she had forgotten she possessed. Her heart beat like wings in her chest.

Well, Jane – never knew she had a body like a forest in the rain but she felt herself change when she heard Brian say her name.

You were born for greatness; believe it. Know it. Take it from the tears of the poets.