Jane

“When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans

“Here in a place where there's just wind an waves and light, and the intricate machinery that keeps the flame burning and the lantern turning. Always turning. Always looking over its shoulder.”
― M.L. Stedman

“History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.”
― ML Stedman, The Light Between Oceans

“Scars are just another kind of memory.”
― M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans