“She was prisoner to an old, forgotten god, kept from her home, probably never to see it again, and yet... the way she sat, poised, calm, clear like a full moon night, she seemed much happier than me, the witch… — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
“Love had found me again, brought me back to life in the land of the dead.” — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
“She was prisoner to an old, forgotten god, kept from her home, probably never to see it again, and yet... the way she sat,… — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
“I found a hollow in an old, forgiving tree, curled up within it, and hoarded my thoughts like acorns.” — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
“Monsters were wild. Monsters were strong. Monsters were fierce and free. If I was monstrous...perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing.” — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
“Gay kids aren’t a “plot point” that you can play with. Gay kids are real, actual kids, teenagers, growing up into awesome adults, and… — Sarah Diemer Copy Share Image
