“Maddie?” he asks. His teasing tone is gone. He sounds dead serious now. “Yeah?” I venture quietly. “I can’t forget it…not even if you asked me to.”
“More and more she thinks of cutting it off. Her hair. His hand. Depending on the day.”
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
“One can be alone without feeling lonely,” she muses. “One can feel lonely without being alone.”
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
“And how is a miracle different from a spell? Who is to say the saint was not a witch?”
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
“A name is like a dress. It might be by nature pretty or plain, but it is the person wearing it who matters most.”
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
“But María has known, all her life, that she is not meant for common paths, for humble houses and modest men. If she must walk a woman's road then it will take her somewhere new.”
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
― Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
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