“…That firecracker of a child came to me in the time of red pistachio leaves. She loved reaching this part of the book…”

"The lore says her husband buried her beneath a nameless pile of stones. The Earth swallowed up her wants and dreams as it did her remains. And all there be of her is a strange legend in these, the woods of her daughter's son's cousin's step-mother's property..."

"The roiling currents wound about her amphibious feet like a gleeful symphony for a new Queen..."

"It is said that whence a person sees a painting of a past life they are driven to madness soonafter. Was that it perhaps?"