“Sky hummed a few bars, remembering the lilting, mournful notes. She hesitated, then haltingly began to sing: This song is from the crushed part of my heart. Sky's voice, permantly scarred by the thornament she'd been forced to wear on… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
“She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet, half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
