Gina Gallo

“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“He tastes like sweet wine and promises [...]”
― Ann Aguirre, Grimspace

“They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.”
― L.M. Montgomery

“That's what I want without you running away afterward. I want to fall asleep and know there's no place you'd rather be.”
― Ann Aguirre, Grimspace