I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

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

After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.