Arriving July 2024

Favorite Quotes:

Ish: White feathers of different sizes floated everywhere. I sat up, catching one, and smelling it. "Hmmm," I closed my eyes. It smelled of thunder rolled up inside rose petals. Tied with a string of gold. "My mate." I swooned.

Andrew: "Hmmm, an alien, an angel, and a dead prophet. Welcome. We’ve been expecting you. Please come in."

Peter: "A bloody moon tinged with orange wrapped in a handful of wispy clouds hovered above the dark silhouette of the mountains—a silent stamp mark among the stars. Somehow, I expected the night Ish died to be something extraordinarily thunderous and chaotic. Maybe some sandstorms and locusts. At least one type of plague, but no his death is marked by a simple beautiful one-of-a-kind moon."