Anna Cloninger

“Oh, how words love Hawkes. They wrap around the unexpected inflections of his voice, eager, offering their best cadence and lilt and soul. They know him well, and he them. Almost as if words are the one thing in his life he has never had to push away. He speaks words the way they pound in my chest. And it feels like a miracle, finding such a dear part of oneself walking around in someone else’s body.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 6

“Winter sunlight fell in a hazy glow through the sash
window onto the sofa where Ashton sat. The parlor was
the traditional reading spot for the three Harper siblings,
and many a cozy afternoon had been spent there, sharing
adventures together through storybook pages. Today,
though, the three had been reduced to two.”
― Millie Florence, The Balter of Ashton Harper

“I sit at the very top of a fresh month with a choice before me. One which very well may have an impact on the whole of my existence. Which book do I read next?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 6

“I hadn’t realised until that moment how much I’ve missed that feeling, of someone inside your four walls watching out for you. The feeling that home isn’t just a place, but also people. I’ve forgotten it could be.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3