[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery chain that bound it all together.

Remember me at Winterlong.

Endless longing; a face you’d known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for; things you...

It wasn’t exactly like I’d sold out on my life and dreams and all that other bullshit, because the truth was I’d never actually had anything to sell. It was more like I slowly froze...

But talent—if you don’t encourage it, if you don’t train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will never mean anything. Like a wild horse. If you don’t tame...

I nodded, unsure if Ted sounded admiring or angry. ‘I waded in but I couldn’t find him. I mean, is it possible – the water wasn’t deep enough for him to drown. It doesn’t make...

If the retreat house was a trap, it was a very nice one.