the house is sick, so i am sick. all the houses are sick. everyone is dying. the winter will never end.

Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

I know all the stories. The boyars always shave their beards. The church always splits. Ukraine always withers in a poison wind. But I still want to hear the world tell them the way only it can tell them. I want to quiver when the world imitates the wolf. It still has to happen for it to happen.

DEATHLESS, Catherynne M Valente

Sorrow found us when we were young.

Sorrow found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won

Winter was at war.
Her subterfuge: 
Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.

from As Winter Raged by Mark R Slaughter

There are no heroes. In life, the monsters win.