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21 " I TRY NOT to think of him. But when I do, I hear the tides. "
― Tomi Adeyemi , Children of Virtue and Vengeance (Legacy of Orïsha, #2)
22 " I understand why you want to be free.” Free. "
23 " A small girl steps into the street as I approach a cluster battered tents. She clutches a black porcelain doll to her chest, its painted face and silk dress the only mark of the girls heritage. "
24 " Don't waste your time looking down," Roen says. "Look up."My lips part as I shift my gaze, taking in the views thirty meters into the air. This high up, Jimeta's towering cliffs are dark silhouettes jutting into the sky. Bright stars coat the atmosphere like diamonds stitched into the fabric of night. "
25 " Bright stars coat the atmosphere like diamonds stitched into the fabric of night. "
26 " He pulls his shirt over his head and my face warms at the sight of his sculpted muscles, crisscrossed with new and old scars. "
27 " You carry all of us in your heart. We shall live in every breath you take. "
28 " My lips part as I shift my gaze, taking in the views thirty meters into the air. This high up, Jimeta’s towering cliffs are dark silhouettes jutting into the sky. Bright stars coat the atmosphere like diamonds stitched into the fabric of night. The view makes me wish Baba were still alive; he always loved to stare up at the stars. "
29 " The lakes in Ibadan were always so cold. But that water was warm like the smell of Mama’s rice. As warm as the glow of her smile. "
30 " I am sorry for everything my family’s done,” I continue, “but don’t you dare act like my pain isn’t real. You’re not the only one with scars, Zélie! My family’s hurt me just as much as it’s hurt you! "
31 " Zïtsōl, you are my home. You don’t get to leave me behind. "
32 " No more fighting just to exist. "
33 " Every word I speak is like a blade cutting me from within. It'd the arrow they shot into Baba's chest. It's being forced to rip out my heart and bury it all over again. "
34 " From the gods comes the gift of life,” I whisper the Yoruba. “To the gods, that gift must be returned. "