“The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.”

“She couldn't see him, but his voice was like light through a stained-glass window in a cathedral.”

“He looked like a once-green leaf that had begun to dry and to reveal the structure of its veins.”

“That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.”

“They were an end-of-days couple, not naked in a garden but wrapped in layers in a snow-covered landscape where there were no more apples on the trees and women would no longer have to take the blame because the old lie had been covered over by snow.”

“The awesome silence of the place crept up on her. The spruce and pines, all still laden with snow, spread their limbs in a frozen ballet, breathing a ghostly incense from dark, arid chapels sheltered by their branches.”

“The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.”