Both could feel the relationship crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of everything that Gavin refused to say.
The inner eye does not see upon command.
I'm a writer, and I will write what I want to write.
Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
Krystal flung herself violently off the chair, away from her mother. She was surprised to feel warm liquid flowing down her cheeks, and thought confusedly of blood, but it was tears, only tears, clear and shining on her fingertips when she wiped them away.