“Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed, no matter what superficial circumstances may sometimes keep you apart, it is never broken. You will… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from; I knew where I was… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naïve… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For a long time, my subconscious rested in a dark place, ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...” — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My eyes went straight to a soft woman who sat facing the wrong way at the bar top. Soft, because I knew if I… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Everything is connected, like a delicate web. Ever growing, ever changing. New silvery strands come together every day, and once the strand is formed,… — Chelsie Shakespeare Copy Share Image
