The Damall liked to see Nikol being angry and not being able to do anything about it. The Damall liked to see Nikol being afraid and being ashamed.
Out here, there was salt on the wind itself that fell on your skin like rain. You could taste it. Out here the sun heated and the wind cooled, and the waves sang their constant song.
Miss Koala, the Eastern Star, and the Simón Bolívar.
Mina wanted some of the kind of love Momma gave to her children, wheere love was the first and deepest thing, and the questions came later and the answers wouldn't matter much measured up against the...
Looked at from where she sat unsleeping, the sky seemed walled in by forest. It looked as if there was a river of sky matching the water river below.
It took another time, more waves rolling up, to understand that he had no idea what it would be like to live without fear at his elbow, warning him, keeping him safe, keeping him frightened.
It seemed to her that, except to marry, the women of Trastad feared men, except for their fathers, and brothers; and the fathers, brothers and husbands mistrusted all other men.
If they were afloat on the sea, and blind in the fog — they didn’t even know what direction they should turn in. What then did it matter that she knew reading and writing, or that he had been caught o...
I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.
Hiding under the bed doesn't make the worry stop.
He was wrong, somehow, and he wanted to be all right, but it was almost as if there was some secret nobody would tell him, so he was always going to be stuck outside.
He made his way down to the creek, down a five-foot muddy bank to a band of sand too narrow to lie down on. He had to force his way through honeysuckle vines and the branches of low wild cherry trees,...
Dicey felt a great weight settle on her shoulders. She tried to shrug it off, but it wouldn’t move.
Beriel gave this gift to Elske carelessly, as if to be trusted were the common fortune. But Elske opened her heart to take the gift into her care as if it were a babe.
A really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.
You were going to fall, you always did, but you had to get up fast and keep going.
You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs ... They thought that just because they were smashing eggs they must be making an omelette
Why doesn't momma come back?
What he was doing, creeping through the world like a thief – where he was going to, in secrecy – what he might be fleeing from – those questions also she didn’t know the answer to. But she did know th...
Throughout the meal, Windy’s voice blew over them, smooth and steady. It didn’t matter what he was saying.