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.
Kim EdwardsThe city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car
Kim EdwardsWriting is always a process of discoveryโI never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. Thereโs a constant interplay between the imagining and shaping of the story.
Kim Edwards