Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Mortal Instruments

I know your streets, sweet city,
I know the demons and angels that flock
and roost
in your boughs like birds.

I know you, river, as if you flowed through my heart.

I am your warrior daughter.

There are letters made of your body

as a fountain is made of water.
There are languages
of which you are the blueprint
and as we speak them
the city rises.

by Elka Cloke

Thank you, Erin, for introducing me to my latest stay-up-till-all-hours-of-the-night-reading addiction. What can I say? I have a soft spot for the young adult fantasy genre. Apt that I am talking about a series called TMI, eh?

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