Sylvia

“There was something just so reassuring about books. They had beginnings and middles and ends, and if you didn't like a part, you could skip to the next chapter. If someone died, you could stop on the last page before, and they'd live on forever. Happy endings were definite, evils defeated, and the good lasted forever.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“That was love, wasn't it? It wasn't a quick drop - it was falling, over and over again for your person. It was falling as they became new people. It was learning how to exist with every new breath. It was uncertain and it was undeniably hard, and it wasn't something you could plan for.

Love was an invitation into the wild unknown, one step at a time together.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“He grinned. “I pay attention to a lot of things about you, Percy Fraser.”
― Carley Fortune, Every Summer After

“Isn't it strange how the world works sometimes? It's never a matter of time, but a matter of timing.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip