“ By December an elastic skin of ice reached out hundreds of miles into the sea, rolling with every wave. Will Chancellor
“ ...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse. Alison Croggon
“ ...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies. Alison Croggon
