“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“I acknowledged Gabe and his attempts at flight the way a legless child might view a hopeful but misguided parent buying a… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“it seemed there was no separating the girl from the wings. One could not survive without the other.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“There was no separating the girl from the wings. One could not survive without the other.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“For a very long time, Viviane and Jack lived in that world people inhabit before love. Some people called that place friendship; others called… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“I found it ironic that I should be blessed with wings and yet feel so constrained, so trapped. It was because of my condition,… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“The whole world had given up on love anyway and clung instead to its malformed cousins: lust, narcissism, self-interest.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“I knew that in the second letter he misspelled the word existence, replacing the second e with an a; in the fourth he forgot… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“Emilienne wore Maman's wedding dress. Just after the ceremony, Emilienne glanced in the mirror. She saw not her own reflection but a tall empty… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“And then, in shocked disappointment, and stunned horror, I’m sure, Connor Lavender realized he was dead.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“This time could be different. This time it could last. Maybe it would be a longer, deeper love: a real and solid entity that… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“That fact filled Gabe with so much hope that he grew another two inches just to have enough room to hold it all.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“And that might just be the root of the problem: we’re all afraid of each other.” — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“The first of many autumn rains smelled smoky, like a doused campsite fire, as if the ground itself had been aflame during those hot… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
“Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the… — Leslye Walton Copy Share Image
