“It's a booley village," Ian told her. "The islanders used to take their animals into the hills for the summ. They'd camp out in these stone huts: men, women, and children. Everyone stayed up all night, sang, told stories, watched… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King. — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
“It's a booley village," Ian told her. "The islanders used to take their animals into the hills for the summ. They'd camp out in… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
“He let out a lough laugh. "I hope you also respect my mind." They laughed together, the it happened naturally. Both drew near to… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
Life isn't as magical here, and you're not the only one who feels like you don't belong, or that it's better somewhere else. But… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death. — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
“When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: there will be ground to stand… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
“Things get really dangerous when we start saying I’m the good one and you’re the bad one. What happens in our world is that… — O.R. Melling Copy Share Image
