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“Attached? Is that like there’s an invisible thread going from here.” Tim put his hand on his heart. “To here,” he touched Lance’s breastbone, his eyes wide and purposefully dewy. “And if we got too far apart it would snap and I would commence to bleed inwardly?” Lance rolled his eyes. “God help me. Now it’s Jane Eyre.” “Aha! How do you know it’s Jane Eyre?” Lance’s face went a little pink.”
― Eli Easton, How to Howl at the Moon

“The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.”
― Plato

“Okay. What about this. Can you make up a few buckets of compost tea in the greenhouse? And then maybe you can help with dinner. Lance said he’d be done with work early tonight so he should be here any minute.” “Fine,” Lily sniffed. Then her eyes narrowed and darted around the grass. “Rabbit!” And she was off.”
― Eli Easton, How to Howl at the Moon