“She knew what Silas wanted. He wanted her to believe Amos was alive somewhere. Silas wanted help, clinging to his hope. She knew her son. For all her dislike of how much he was like his father, she knew him.” — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“When we change the shape of the Land, we alter the contents and contexts of our collective, familial, and personal memories. Yet, stories can… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Here were love letters, the youth knew. Secret love letters. Unfound, still waiting somewhere beyond the mist. A young man’s words for this girl,… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“The day his dad didn’t come home, it was like a huge window over their heads had shattered, and every day they were walking… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“It was a stalemate Silas was willing to live with, and apparently, so was his mother. They both knew it wasn’t about the hem… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Little things like time and generations don’t matter very much with good friends who are fond of each other’s company.” — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He passed his hands over some of the fine embossed bindings as he thought, I am a book also, words and thoughts and stories… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Just as you cannot wave your hands and reappear in your simple life before coming here, so you cannot merely clap them to wake… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He just couldn’t be with people. There were a few kids he sometimes spoke with at school—at lunch, or walking home—but months ago even… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“What is it about traveling by night that makes even a short journey strange and a little wonderful? Momentary lights appear and pass across… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Here, in this house, her recollections glowed like embers on the hearth, and each night, in their warmth, she’d take a memory or two… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
