Olivia

“Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my ears, echoing and echoing the fearsome din of men screaming and crying as they meet the sharp ends of blades. ”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, Song of the Sparrow

“I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

“Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.

~Song of the Sparrow”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, Song of the Sparrow

“And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, Song of the Sparrow