“On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned white like molten glass...I was hoping, like everyone else who lay awake listening to the wind,… — Laura McNeal Copy Share Image
“then Adam was facing him and he released his hand. The ocean burned.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
