Author of quotes: Bridget Collins

Under the trees and at the thorny hedge, darkness was gathering. The moon shone so brightly that the stars are not visible. I weaved and dreamed of cold well water, transparent as crystal, with greenish flakes of sediment at the bottom of the glass; about beer of amber color, seasoned with herbs according to a special recipe of his father. A mug of bitter-tasting drink would put me to sleep, but that's what I wanted; I wanted only one thing - to go out like a candle, to fall into a dream without dreams. So that there are no nightmares or night terrors. I wanted to wake up in the morning and see a clear sunny day again.