“ Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky. Lauren DeStefano
“ It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls.""There are always walls." I say. Lauren DeStefano
“ I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else--all the awful stages picking up like a cho… Lauren DeStefano
