Alexandra

“​“I like pink,” Cat said. “Laila’s is purple. What about you?” ​Jean frowned as he thought it over, gaze drifting over the assortment of clothes piled in their shopping cart. At last he settled on the only one that made sense: “Brown.” It was not the answer Cat was expecting, judging by her reaction, but Jean didn’t waste his time explaining. Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“How someone so warm had survived such a cold place, Jean didn’t know.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“I’m not learning French for anyone but you.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“I believe we all have the choice to be better than the hands that shaped us.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court