“Neither of us moves for a moment, locked instead in each other's eyes and in the branches of this Hill we might never finish climbing.”

“The two of us hold each other's gazes for a long, unembarrassed moment and I feel that Ky knows. I'm not sure what he knows - whether he knows me, or just something about me.”

“Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.Water, river, stone and sunWind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.Climbing into dark for you,Will you climb in stars for me?P.124”

“Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne’s lace.Water, river, stone, and sun.  Wind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.  Climbing into dark for youWill you wait in stars for me?”

“I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.”

“They are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. They have perfected the art of giving us just enought freedom; just enough that when we are ready to snap, a little bone is offered and we roll over, belly up, comfortable and placated like a dog... - Cassia”

“I keep my eyes down, looking now at my fingers as they twist the fabric into a knot."I'm sorry. About the way I acted yesterday." When I straighten up, Ky has already moved on."Don't be," Ky says, pulling a tangle of climbing green vines away from a shrub so that we can pass through. He throws the vines at me and I catch them in surprise. "It's good to see you jealous once in a while." He smiles,”