Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.
Kim EdwardsEach letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.
Kim EdwardsThe Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
Kim EdwardsHe had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided yes, a brief moment of release in the back of a car, in the room of a silent house, this girl who had stood up later, adjusting her clothes, with now knowledge of how that moment was already shaping her life.
Kim Edwards