Jenni Williams

I’d burn the bloody tree down myself if u thought it would bring you back’ he said quietly. ‘Everything is so hopeless anyway, why shouldn’t we be happy for a bit? We could have don’t that, couldn’t we? I think so it would have been messy but… Instead my mind gives me this’ He gestured around at the dream desert, the dream sky. ‘A fucking dream of you. As if that would be enough.

Life is suffering. Life is war, and sacrifice. Life is victory.

All of us back together under the same roof - that’s a bloody good end to this mess if you ask me.

Our armies, with their shining armour and singing swords are rust and dusty bones. We are like... an echo of something that came before.

A fire that burns in secret, a lethal conflagration that you can only discover when its too late to save anyone.

Don't be afraid of who you are.

Dark things are happening here, don't be getting me wrong. Young people lost, their poor families going out of their minds, and that evil thing lurking... It should have been dealt with a long time ago, but how could we have known?

There is, it seems to me, a certain type of man who is terrified of the idea of a woman wielding power, of any sort; the type of man who is willing to dress up his terror in any sort of trappings to legitimise it.

I can suffer all that, I can suffer it and come through stronger, a weapon forged for your hand, but I cannot abide inefficiency.

Judging by the constellations just starting to glint into life, the scent of the wind and the texture of the earth... I would say we're precisely in the middle of nowhere.

Not born of love, or affection, but a simple terrible need not to feel alone, just for a little while.

The struggle for women's rights in Zimbabwe continues and needs to be heard by the men who are mismanaging this country.

This pain is not a weakness. It is strength. Our grief binds us. Do you feel it?

Words are always important,’ said Jolnir. ‘Even normal, non-magical words, in the right place, can change the world.

I was empty, just a thing for gathering dust, and now I am full of something, and if that causes me to make poor decisions, then I will live with it. Or die with it. I don't care.