“Who could be like him? Who could ever be like you? Each of us has his path. They run close together sometimes—for life, if we are fortunate—but they never cross.” — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea—wave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing.… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“He folded into my arms. I buried my face in his hair, and I listened to the sounds of midsummer on my island. Gorse… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Maybe I was being stupid, but an old faith was stirring inside me, a willingness to lean on the tides of the universe instead… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“I don't know if it's a forever deal, a sheep farm in the middle of nowhere. But I want to try, for Harry's sake. And I love it all when you're here. It's like you made it new for me. You--you are my forever deal." There it was again, that dangerous, beautiful word. In Gaelic, wilder and lovelier still. "… — Harper Fox Copy Share
“You know how it is with ex-lovers—you like to look as if you’re doing okay. Just ordinary pride, not at all a desire to… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“If the wind blew just a little harder up from the wide slope below me, I would walk up on its wings and leave… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Who could be like him? Who could ever be like you? Each of us has his path. They run close together sometimes—for life, if… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“He was the heart of my world, my gravity, my sun. My life before him was a dream from which I’d joyously awoken. He… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Maybe that’s as good as it gets.” “Shit. I wish it had been better.” “Maybe it will be. We just live our lives, good… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Beyond all of those places, here they would be. He pressed tighter into Fen's embrace. This place had forever in it. Time couldn't end… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Maybe we walked past each other in the crowd.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because I wouldn’t have walked past you.” — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
“Winter passed, suns and moons, and in the heat of summer each tree leaned across the stream and enmeshed its young foliage with the… — Harper Fox Copy Share Image
