“She remembered the way it looked at sunset, with the island winged cats perched on the rooftops, and the way it smelled at dawn of fresh-baked bread. In spring, wildflowers sprouted everywhere-the roofs, the cliffs, the fields. In winter, snow blanketed everything in thick white fluff.”

“She remembered the way it looked at sunset, with the island winged cats perched on the rooftops, and the way it smelled at dawn of fresh-baked bread. In spring, wildflowers sprouted everywhere-the roofs, the cliffs, the fields. In winter, snow blanketed everything in thick white fluff.”

— Sarah Beth Durst