Shayna

“I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

“Their past is littered with the unburied bodies of the people they chose never to become.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“... and then he was running. Running hard like the settlers on the prairie racing to pound their stake into the hard, fertile ground of the heartland, securing their place and their children’s places, the generations sprinting up under the blue sky.”
― Libba Bray, Lair of Dreams

“Oil gushes from the broken land like a promise, a baptism in crude hope, fuel for the engines of the nation’s desires. The roughnecks bathe in the sudden shower, and though they will never see it reaches, never reap the harvest of its black gold, they celebrate as if it could be theirs any time...”
― Libba Bray, Lair of Dreams