“ You can tuck your head under your wing for a while...and wait out this storm. But you will fly again. Connilyn Cossette
“ When had my sister's words become so barbed and poisoned? Grief had sharpened her tongue to a fine point. Connilyn Cossette
“ These young ones. They do not understand. There are so few of us left who remember how destructive rebellion is. The slaughter after the Golden Calf was worshiped. The thousands who died. The firestor… Connilyn Cossette
