Quote by Connie May Fowler

“She had wanted wings, and now she was drifting, held together only by the pulsing perimeters of her skin. Even the floor that dug…

— Meredith Duran

“The shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow wings through that skin. Little blades, she was helpless.”

— Charles Bukowski

“I reached and ran a finger along her collarbones, my favorite place: like the silhouette of tiny wings.”

— Lauren Oliver

“bored, the strikes almost lazy. The blades made an echoing clang that reverberated up her spine, sending tiny vibrations down the arches of her…

— Francesca Vance

“It was a good feeling, to beat her wings and find out they were strong enough to lift her and hold her aloft.”

— Laura Bacchi

“Her glittering nails and dangling earrings made her seem fragile sometimes, like something delicate, but then I'd find her standing alone on the roof…

— Amanda Sun

“At home, they'd clipped my wings and then caged me so I couldn't fall. Here, they bandaged one another's broken wings, helped each other…

— Holly Cupala

“I said, 'Do you know what shoulder blades are for?' She giggled. 'Do you not even know that?' she said. 'Do you?' 'It's a…

— David Almond

“She was like a flightless bird, her wings clipped by every cruel word and heartless action bestowed upon her. I realized I would do…

— Kellie McAllen

“She lifted the girl's shirt, showing her ribs and the pointy bumps of her spine. They were like the bones of some animal who'd…

— Amy Goldman Koss

“I stared at them for a good long time, wondering if they didn’t know how to use their wings, of if they just didn’t…

— Michael Patrick MacDonald

“...as my fist drove through her ribs. Bone cracked. Shifted. The numbers in my optics hit steel-bending digits and Muerte lost her footing. My…

— K.C. Alexander