“In some ways, my mother was right; a tree does look the same from the top as it does from the bottom: same branches, starting as weighty limbs and narrowing to the tiniest twigs; same leaves, quivering in the slightest… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“It would not be fair to say that the fire stole my faith, since in truth it has been slipping away from me all my life, flipping between my fingers like a shiny little minnow--such a far cry from the… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“ It's strange how a plan can unfold sometimes—an umbrella shooting up at the touch of a button and extending out in all directions… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“ I used to believe in so many things—elves and leprechauns, virgins riding unicorns. I trusted that the world was made up of people… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“What I Cannot Say only this--I was looking for evidence of unconditional love, but what I found was you. standing on the ferry deck… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“...and seriously, Emily, what do you think this is, Chicago? As if there's a place in Sterling Creek that could be considered truly dangerous.” — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“You kissed me.' I tear my eyes away from the mirror to face her. We are close, so close standing here. My lungs might… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“In some ways, my mother was right; a tree does look the same from the top as it does from the bottom: same branches,… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“It would not be fair to say that the fire stole my faith, since in truth it has been slipping away from me all… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“I spin in the trail to face Kat, who raises her own walking stick to meet mine. ‘A duel to the death?’ Kat says,… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“Let's stay up all night,' Kat whispers. 'Let's wait for the moon to kiss the morning star.” — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
“I wonder if it hurts, being carved out like this, one grain of sand at a time. I wonder if the rocks realize that… — Elissa Janine Hoole Copy Share Image
