Leslie

“Reality has a way of summoning the shadows,” I tell him. Fareem laughs his worldly laugh. “Is that the”
― Thomas H. Cook, A Dancer in the Dust: A Novel

“Child to child Eye to eye We grew as one, Sharing souls. Wing by wing, Leaf by leaf You left this world, You died before the child. My friend, the Wild.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“matter what the bastards do. So what if my dad beat my mum, so what if my hubby fucked the babysitter, so”
― Peter Temple, The Broken Shore