Love is an obsolete emotion, ranking in usefulness somewhere between earwigs and toe mold.

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.