Danielle Young

“Back then, when I was a young woman, there were still witches. That was what Nana Alba used to say when she told Minerva bedtime stories; it was the preamble that led into a realm of shadows and mysteries.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Bewitching

“ago who sat at the back of the church because no one in that steel town knew that Dave and Andrew loved and loved and loved. Relentlessly. No one knew that Dave sat there in the church for two hours feeling like his borders had become porous and that he was spilling out through his skin. Lost to dirt and rock and ocean. Because a love that never could be, is now the love that never was.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“We are born and grow through childhood in spring. We live those glorious, lively, interesting years of our twenties, thirties, forties in summer. We settle into ourselves in autumn, that cool but not yet cold time, rich and aromatic. And in winter we age (brutally) and die.”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent

“Grief shared, I think, can produce two outcomes. Either you bind yourselves together and hold on for dear life, or you let go and up goes a wall too high to be crossed.”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent