Marissa Byfield

“Then let her be a strong girl,” she said. “Let the earth shape her into a wild thing, and let her dance like the wind and stand like a stone. Let your fears not become hers.”
― Marissa Byfield, The Soft Fall

“Though kin scatter the earth like seed and grow apart, their paths are rooted in the same ground.”
― Marissa Byfield, The Soft Fall

“Dianna looked at the moon. That night it was barely a crescent cradling earthshine, a white wisp of silk or a sliver of creamy birch bark. Incomplete, but there. It would grow, as night-blooming jasmine would grow, or a blot of spilled milk, or a hillside gathering snow.”
― Marissa Byfield, The Soft Fall

“Snow-laced pines loomed tall and motionless as sentinels around her. Something moved among them, half-smothered in the dark. Dianna glimpsed slivers of its lupine form. A chill slithered through her as she rose to her feet.”
― Marissa Byfield, The Soft Fall