#february.2025

[reds-poppy]

I have often found Wendell's happiness infectious, particularly now; it seemed to radiate from him like morning sunlight.

Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales, 2025

[reds-poppy]

In the distance he heard the echoing calls of the cranes. Like sorrow, it occurred to him. A quivering, throaty keening.

Eowyn Ivey, Black Woods, Blue Sky, 2025

[reds-poppy]

You couldn't portion love out in spoons or cups or slices. You could only let it grow and nurture it if you could, cut it down if you had to.

Nghi Vo, The City in Glass, 2024

[reds-poppy]

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese," Owls and Other Fantasies, 2003

[reds-poppy]

She notices his glance, and smiles and reaches out to touch his face, a strangely reassuring gesture. "Quiet now, child. All things end. Just as the stars fade and mountains fall, all things end. But that does not mean there is no hope."

Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Miracles, 2017

[reds-poppy]

Her quiet is like the sky reflecting on still water: it obscures the depth and the dark of what lies beneath it.

Veronica Roth, When Among Crows, 2024

[reds-poppy]

In those lands, the rains came down as if they loved the land, and the land opened to take them, greedily draining the water until the cereus and the jade plants burst into bloom, unable to help themselves.

Nghi Vo, The City in Glass, 2024

[reds-poppy]

I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

Mary Oliver, "Starlings in Winter," Owls and Other Fantasies, 2003