I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell.

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.