Literature
From A Secret Place, pt. 8
When at last Jubee stumbled out of the forest and back into the Temples clearing, her path determined almost entirely by blind instinct, her feet were a painful, bloody mess, and her face was transfigured by dirt and tears.
Barely able to cross the last few feet to the door, her vision was so blurred that the candlelight within seemed to her an ethereal fire sent to consume the world. When, upon the steps, she lost her footing and fell, the arms which caught her, lifted her, and carried her inside seemed sent from a fever dream, the barely recognizable face before her like that of a disfigured angel.
Im still dreaming, she thou