Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only ever found sorrow.
'The Poisonwood Bible' by Barbara Kingsolver
‘The Year the Maps Changed’ by me, Danielle Binks! Coming out in 2020 with Lothian Children’s Books! https://www.hachette.com.au/danielle-binks/the-year-the-maps-changed
annoying as fuck
First pages back for the forthcoming YA novel ...
He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the déjà vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow or wanting back something you should never have given away.
'The Dark Tide' by Josh Lanyon
Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.
'Daughter of Smoke and Bone' by Laini Taylor
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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