Alison

“Let us lie here forever. Let us be buried as wild things are, by tooth and claw and worm. Let the grasses grow up through the sockets of our eyes. Let them find us in seven years or seventy, and let their brows furrow, because they cannot tell my bones from yours.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“It was the way he described, you, the casual familiarity of it, and the way he sometimes forgot the grander quest in favor of odd, quiet moments of intimacy. But most of all it was the way he mourned you. Grief rose from every page like turpentine, burning the back of my throat.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“I have loved you since before I was born, I think. I have studied you, worshipped you, lost you, mourned you.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting

“I made a dismaying discovery that day: A journey which takes only a few paragraphs in a book takes considerably longer on horseback. Especially if the horse is old enough to draw a pension, and the woods are thick enough that there are no straight or obvious routes, but only slim game trails that weave and curl among the tress.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Everlasting