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“I don’t believe in miracles,” Jean said. “I have enough faith for us both,” Renee promised”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“Because I know without a doubt that as long as I tell Julius Gong where I am, he’ll say, Stay there, I’ll come find you, and he will find me, in any crowd, any room, any city.
He always has.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Finds You

“​“I like pink,” Cat said. “Laila’s is purple. What about you?” ​Jean frowned as he thought it over, gaze drifting over the assortment of clothes piled in their shopping cart. At last he settled on the only one that made sense: “Brown.” It was not the answer Cat was expecting, judging by her reaction, but Jean didn’t waste his time explaining. Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“I am not sorry. Perhaps I should be. But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven