“I tried to distract myself by reading the various things that people had carved into the tabletop over the years. I traced my finger over a star that was carved deeply into the wood. Our school was either too cheap… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share
“Someone had to make you,” she explained. “And everyone else seems to be terrified of hurting your feelings. I wouldn’t be your friend if… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“I tried to distract myself by reading the various things that people had carved into the tabletop over the years. I traced my finger over a star that was carved deeply into the wood. Our school was either too cheap to buy new tables, or else they were smart enough to know that the new ones would be carved up… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share
“You are the most loving creature I have ever known,” he muttered. “You may feel you have nothing to offer, but you love everyone… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“The night was still and quiet as the three companions slept deeply. Then, a slight shudder could be felt below the earth around the three sleeping forms. Ever so slowly, serpent-like roots forced their way out of the damp soil, searching for their quarry. As they freed themselves, they began to creep across the still form of the Dair Child,… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share
“Men were complex enough to begin with. Give them a thousand years and they only got worse, like ever-growing labyrinths of smugness and bravado.… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“We may believe the past is what matters most to us, but really, it is the present and the future. It is hope that… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“You learn to focus on the living,” he explained, still embracing her. “People will always die. It is simply a fact. Sometimes it feels… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“I may be a creature of the night,” he wiggled the fingers of his free hand in the air in mock spookiness, “but I… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
“I don’t know if I can do that,” she breathed. “It’s difficult to ignore emotions when you feel like you have far too many… — Sara C. Roethle Copy Share Image
