Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.
Catherynne M. ValenteHumanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.
Catherynne M. ValenteDeath is not a checkmateโฆit is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.
Catherynne M. Valente... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.
Catherynne M. ValenteShe is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.
Catherynne M. Valente