“The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.” ― Denise Hunter, Summer by the Tides

 “...lightning forked toward the dry earth, the white light streaking across the sky as if bony fingers reached into the purpling cloud. Thunder shuddered through the early night, the vibrations of it rolling through the cracked soil.”

― Alannah K. Pearson, Bone Arrow