“I saw his broad head, with a dollop of hair on its crown, silhouetted by the stars and moon out the window behind him.” — Rebecca Skloot Copy Share Image
“Time had ceased to feel linear. She looked up through the crisscrossing branches, thick with buds, into the night sky. The stars tugged at her gaze, trying to pull her up among them, or she was pulling them down to… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
