Sara Jane

“What a waste,” Hecate said, and Hades wondered if she was more upset that there was no particular drama to this case. Then she yawned. “But you know I do not go out in the daylight.” “Are you saying you would forgo the chance to punish a false oracle who sacrifices cats for divine favor?” Hecate cringed noticeably. “How criminal. I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Game of Retribution

“Beneath each faded jacket and scarred board is a life, a noble deed, a bruised heart, a lost love, a journey taken. —Ashlyn Greer, The Care & Feeding of Old Books”
― Barbara Davis, The Echo of Old Books

“I have a sudden flashback to being a kid and getting blank stares when I joined in conversations. Social cues aren’t hard for me to read, but clearly communicating how I think and feel is a bigger challenge. I’ve never been particularly good at small talk or teasing.”
― Emma St. Clair, Eloise and the Grump Next Door

“Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass. Edward Thomas, “Thaw”
― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times