“I frowned. Evidently, Sangris wasn't a cat who could shape-shift. It was more difficult than that. He was a nothing who occasionally pretended to… — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I am unlike most other people because I began, not in the body of my mother, but in the brain of my father. He… — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“I used to come here to think," he told me, landing beside the tree. It was so short that my head was only a… — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it, for stories told by girls to always have a… — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The hard thin body of my childhood was just beginning to miraculously soften like the cracked ground of wadi when rain falls.” — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Then I got to my feet, and, taking my arms, he drew me out of my picture frame, into the darkness and the heat,… — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
“He had an extraordinarily casual air about him. I'd noticed that before, when he had tossed himself out the window.” — Rinsai Rossetti Copy Share Image
