Leah

“Tigana, let my memory of
you be like a blade in my
soul.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, Tigana

“Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind . . . I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Rises

“I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose

“It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose