“Sometimes, I think I was a child made of that swirling snow, borne of parents who faded into the mountains like ghosts… — Moira Katson Copy Share Image
“I tilted my face forward, unable to speak the lie that would make him go away, or the truth that would make… — Jocelyn Adams Copy Share Image
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“I thought privately to myself that with so many omens and prophecies to warn them off, heroes were really awfully stupid to… — Moira Katson Copy Share Image
