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Hardcover
First published January 2, 2018
"I looked up the Flower Moon, after Digger told me what y'all had found, and that's what they call it when the moon is as close as possible to Earth."
"Digger was right: I was without my other half. But that wasn't quite right, though, was it? I mean, Tempest was more than that to me, because two halves of a whole implied an easy separation when really, it was much more complicated than that.
She was the butter on my toast, the sea to my shore, the stars in my night sky."

The Flower Moon was not part of a cycle. No, it was the spark, the igniter, blowing this thing between us wide open. Nothing was going to cycle back afterward.
"And that right there was another example of the real magic in this world: finding it inside yourself to be brave."
"We used to be inseparable: me coming up with the schemes, Tempest following my lead, my always-faithful partner.
I missed that."
"When I was little, I believed in magic. All kinda of it. Wishes on shooting stars. Yanking on the wishbone. Reading peoples minds.
Truly, someday I expected to figure out how to converse with every animal on the planet, if I could just listen correctly.
Did I still believe in magic?"
"Because that was another thing about growing up: you realized there wasn't anything you could do about some things."