Kai Casey

“The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“She was crying for all of it at last—for the pain and loss and fear and anger, for the war and what it had done to her and to all of them, for the knowledge of evil she could never shake, for the horror of where she’d been and what she’d done to survive.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale

“At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into the ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“Clouds lazed in the folded arms of the hills, then billowed up and drifted away. Some tendrils twisted into tight spirals and traced the warmer ravines, behaving like mist tracking the dank fens of the marsh. The same game of physics playing on a different field of biology.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing