Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

He had never even glimpsed her.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.