He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

Do you know how to wrap a leg?" "I was born wrapping legs," I say stiffly, because I'm insulted. "Must've been a challenging delivery," Sean notes.