Nancy Adams

“Some of us -" She paused as she sought the words. " - don't die unless we want to. The selfish ones never do.”
― Alex Bledsoe, Wisp of a Thing

“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, Tonight is Halloween!”
― Dexter Kozen

“What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?”
― Jess C. Scott, I'm Pretty

“It was still late summer elsewhere, but here, high in Appalachia, fall was coming; for the last three mornings, she'd been able to see her breath.

The woods, which started twenty feet back from her backdoor like a solid wall, showed only hints of the impending autumn. A few leaves near the treetops had turned, but most were full and green. Visible in the distance, the Widow's Tree towered above the forest. Its leaves were the most stubborn, tenaciously holding on sometimes until spring if the winter was mild. It was a transitional period, when the world changed its cycle and opened a window during which people might also change, if they had the inclination.”
― Alex Bledsoe, Wisp of a Thing