N.K.Jemisin

To those who’ve survived: Breathe. That’s it. Once more. Good. You’re good. Even if you’re not, you’re alive. That is a victory.

When a comm builds atop a fault line, do you blame its walls when they inevitably crush the people inside?

Well, some worlds are built on a fault line of pain, held up by nightmares

“This is not sustenance. We need only life, to live.”

Where matter fails, care makes do.

“The sun is up. Let’s face the future, at least, and leave the past to itself.”

“Till the world burns.”

But breathing doesn’t always mean living

Syl Anagist is built on delusions, and we are the product of lies

Not all fighters use knives, after all