I didn't bother to explain about the glitter in my hair. I figured they could think it was a family trait. We all glittered, just like the Cullens in Twilight.
Janette RallisonI will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.
Janette RallisonDon't just read words,' he would tell her as he held up the latest story, 'devour them. Let the words create new worlds.
Janette Rallison