Stacey

“Those nights were like no other nights. The hills were very black, like they were shapes cut out of cloth, and the cloth was dark-blue, starry sky. I knew stars—but not as those stars were.”
― Susan Fletcher, The Highland Witch

“Despite the disappointment and the hurt and the heartbreak, you choose to be these whimsical, colorful things.”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“I’ve wondered if I worked hard enough at my bruised and broken bits, if I could be shiny again, too. I’ve wondered if anyone might ever see me as something precious.”
― B.K. Borison, Good Spirits

“And we might meet in startled brevity, like the moon eclipsing the sun every thirteen winters. A meeting that felt so fierce the whole land took note of its shadow. But we were never meant to be bound together. Not even in pretense.”
― Rebecca Ross, Wild ​Reverence