And the door opened to a darkness all too familiar as it were the very same pitch as would greet me any other such evening. And tonight with muted olive painted walls and mahogany furniture lining the hallway I should have felt calmly enough-- aye-but...
“…That firecracker of a child came to me in the time of red pistachio leaves. She loved reaching this part of the book…”
"The roiling currents wound about her amphibious feet like a gleeful symphony for a new Queen..."