“One single sentence, one frame of film, and abracadabra! the story’s wings would take her to another lost world, another magic realm that was… — Neale Osborne Copy Share Image
“Before drawing the curtain across the porthole, Lydia took a peek outside. The evening uneven sea glimmered with slices of dairy moon, the surface… — Neale Osborne Copy Share Image
“The evening uneven sea glimmered with slices of dairy moon, the surface waves a shifting brew of dark tea stirred by an atmospheric spoon.” — Neale Osborne Copy Share Image
