Gabi Ott

“Years later the lights of the growing city would erase the stars from the sky, but back then they shone through the branches like jailed fireflies.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“She thought it unfair that her life should be both irrelevant and difficult. One or the other seemed quite enough.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“The first of many autumn rains smelled smoky, like a doused campsite fire, as if the ground itself had been aflame during those hot summer months. It smelled like burnt piles of collected leaves, the cough of a newly revived chimney, roasted chestnuts, the scent of a man's hands after hours spent in a wood shop.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender