Coushatta LaRue

“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.”
― Cynthia Occelli

“No female of my family had survived, and I wasn’t about to let my thoughts wander in any direction that might result in the installation of another one on the estate.”
― Sharon Lynn Fisher, Salt & Broom

“Like the dryad of the previous morning, this fairy had pale-green skin with leaflike veins running beneath. Her hair was a vivid red, like the fruit of the hawthorn tree, hanging loose in waves and adorned with coils of threaded dried hawthorn berry, much darker in color. She wore a diaphanous white-and-gold gown that, when I looked closer, I discovered was made of blossoms. She had thin limbs and pointy features—nose, chin, elbows, fingers. Thorny. Her ears curved up and out of her hair.”
― Sharon Lynn Fisher, Salt & Broom

“I knew this was how I’d remember him. Not as the thorny gentleman in black. It surprised me how this weighed on my heart. Heaven help me, he’s becoming dear to me.”
― Sharon Lynn Fisher, Salt & Broom