Sublime

Sylvie had always thought that when, if, she wrote, it would have to be perfect. A beautifully crafted novel, ready to hand to the world. But William had shown her she could write for, and to, herself.

bibliomancer,

Sloane thought how funny it was the way that memories live in our brains. It’s funny who gets to switch things on and off. You have to decide who’s right.

trenchant,

hair was contained in a masterful bun. Her competence was on full display.

anthropomorphically.”

I would be the promise she didn’t get to realize.

She’s so mean. I love her.

unspooled