Rachel Yoder

the happiness and positivity that would also be mandatory.

There was a relief that could come with violence, she now saw.

If she could not be part of the world of ambition and money and careers, she wanted to leave it behind entirely and recede into the wildness of her deepest dreams

this directive to enjoy oneself within the mystery

She did not let herself dwell on the tight ball of fear inside her, because this sort of indulgence was one she could not afford.

She did not let herself dwell on the tight ball of fear inside her, because this sort of indulgence was one she could not afford.

and now she would be this, whatever this was. A wild, complicated woman with strange yearnings. Stubborn and angry—soft and sweet, though, too. She was creator and then also the dark force that roamed the night. She was part high-minded intention and part instinct, raw flight

You always think something’s wrong with you, he said pleasantly.

ONE DAY, THE MOTHER was a mother, but then, one night, she was quite suddenly something else.

but she knew the horrible truth, that Nightbitch had always been there, not even that far below the surface.