“This wasn't like me. So many years of being cautious, and in a matter of minutes I'd started slipping up.” — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“No. You surpass us all." Beside me she looked colorless and frail. "You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We… — Margaret Rogerson An-enchantment-of-ravens Copy Share Image
“If you must stare at something for hours on end, I’d prefer it to be me alone.” — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Soft and sharp at once, an aching tenderness edged with sorrow, naked proof of a heart already broken.” — Margaret Rogerson Grief Copy Share Image
“Very few things escape my attention in the springlands—even the plucking of a flower.” I looked at the cowslip guiltily.” — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“But that was the problem with the old me, I was coming to realize. She'd accepted that behaving correctly meant not being… — Margaret Rogerson An-enchantment-of-ravens Copy Share Image
“I was alive in a way I never had been before, in a world that no longer felt stale but instead crackled… — Margaret Rogerson An-enchantment-of-ravens Copy Share Image
“I wiped off my fingers, but it wasn't the mold or maggots making my stomach revolt... No, it was the knowledge that… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Isobel, I love you wholly. I love you eternally. I love you so dearly it frightens me. I fear I could not… — Margaret Rogerson Every morning Copy Share Image
“It was all the answer Rook needed. He plunged his hand into the soil, long fingers grasping down. This was no offering… — Margaret Rogerson Storytelling Copy Share Image
“One raven for uncertain peril. Six for danger sure to arrive. A dozen for death, if not avoided. The enchantment is sealed.” — Margaret Rogerson Death Copy Share Image
