He Had Never Even Glimpsed Her.

I've Been Accused Of Trying Too Hard To Rescue People

Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And Excitement.

Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

Either Things Grow And Change Or They Die.

He Fished In His Pocket For His Keys And Instead Pulled Out The Last Geode, Gray And Smooth, Earth-shaped. He Held It, Warming In His Palm, Thinking Of All Mysteries The World Contained: Layers Of Stone, Concealed Beneath The Flesh Of Earth And Grass; These Dull Rocks, With Their Glimmering Hidden Hearts.