All Chapters of Of Frost and Fire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 "Those whom God wishes to destroy he drives mad." – War and Peace Ramona (age 10)Dean (age16)"Was Tolstoy playing God, or was it God that was playing Tolstoy?" I rose from under the tall grass, waiting for Ophelia's response as she brought the book where her nose had been nuzzled deep a few moments ago down her chest and met my gaze. Her pale blue eyes were wide, and her golden eyebrows were tied together in confusion."I don't think I heard you right," she said, clearing her throat. These days, the stutter was gone– or at least that's what Father fancied to believe. Since, my sister's stutter never made arrival in the presence of loved ones, and, since, our days were all spent behind the mansion walls with no visitors, whatsoever; we couldn't, possibly, tell it's existence from it's non existence– nonetheless, she still found the need to clear her throat ev

Chapter 01 "What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?"– Wuthering Heights Ramona (age 20 )Dean (age 26) I was born a freak– a freak with a monstrous nature.My nature, I learned at a tender age, was a beast to be tamed and led around by a leash, never to be freed. I was raised to do no bad deed, to wrong no soul, to make only truthful heeds, and draw perfect, straight lines. But most importantly, I was to contain the freak deep inside of me and never let it glimpse light. And so, I have locked it away within me, down a cold abyss of my mind; in hopes of bashing its burning head and freezing it to death. However, despite all my tries, its will to live and thrive did nothing but swell each day. I always had a fear rushing within me that one day it would take over me and like a hurt animal start to lash

Chapter 02 “You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself..... It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.” — Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote "Going to the festival, aren't you?" uttered the voice again, ever so accusingly.Realizing the voice was too deep, too cold to be familiar: my panic grew. It started to hit me all at once: I was alone in the middle of nowhere, at night, with a stranger.While running away from my parents, it never occurred to me that I could get caught by one of the villagers. Who, surely, would grab my hand, drag me all the way back to my home, and leave me under the mercy of my family. My family whose gentle, and caring love went blind when they were bitterly strict.

Chapter 03 "I have a right to abuse my birthplace."– North and South, Elisabeth GaskellLooking back at the footsteps he has left, on his wake, as he strode along through the snow; the sense of such meanings as fear and torment started to draw an image before my eyes. I was not to make it to the ceremony, I was doomed. I couldn't lift my head up, walk an inch, nor move my neck: I was pinned, crippled in one place. Thoughts of wrath, violence and anger started to flash and glow in my brain and they mingled with fear, fright, and pain. He was laming me with a single touch.At the end of the circle the trees had made, near me, he paused with a darkened glow. He stood there a moment, a breath away from me. Chest heaving, his eyes traveled up and down my body, in which the blood shall start to freeze cold if I were not to do anything against the hand he was grasping my wrist with.I kept feeling those dark

Chapter 04 "She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." ― Charles Bukowski The lark had made an appearance just when I started to lose faith in myself; as if he were a sign from The Mother to make me get going, and not to let morbid thoughts imprison me in a hopeless state of mind. I had to make it in time, there was no way that I was to leave them waiting, and thus angering the spirits of the woods. I've got this.For some reason or other, the trees seemed to let me go smoothly this time, and the once freezing, chilly air seemed to warm up after he vanished out of nowhere. I wondered if he were one of the immortal creatures of the bushes that lived all their lives lurking in the deep spooky woods; I wondered if they were harmless, or if one of them was to appear and block my way again. The lark, flying high in the, now, breezy night; escorted me all the way while I held the

Chapter 05 "Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice." ― Robert FrostFloating up in the atmosphere with my knees curled up to my chest in a ball of fire, I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the trees, the lethal creatures?Doomed in

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CHAPTER 07 "December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory..."― John Geddes A Familiar Rain

 CHAPTER 08"You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I am dead, I'm going to forget everyting- and I advice you to do the same." ―  Kurt Vonnegut

CHAPTER 09"All kowledge meets an end at the question'...WHY?'" ―  Criss Jami, Healology