“It was all the answer Rook needed. He plunged his hand into the soil, long fingers grasping down. This was no offering to the earth, but a command to it, and the forest surged around us. Bramble roots as wide… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
I will always sing, even if I must gather my roses in the very midst of thorns and the longer and sharper the thorns the sweeter shall be my song. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
