Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken. His arms came around her tightly, his breath short and hard against her hair. He held on to the silk of her hair and she pressed herself against him until her panic calmed to something desperate, but bea

Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken. His arms came around her tightly, his breath short and hard against her hair. He held on to the silk of her hair and she pressed herself against him until her panic calmed to something desperate, but bea

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This excerpt from Kristin Cashore's work brilliantly captures a raw and vivid emotional moment, deeply rooted in human vulnerability and the urgent need for connection. The imagery of "Fire's tears" symbolizing authentic, uncontrollable emotions sets a poignant tone of immediacy and intense feeling. The acknowledgment that "there was no time" highlights a sense of urgency, where rationality is swept away by overwhelming emotion, and the characters must act on instinct and...

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