Misty Wilson read.fine.print

“I couldn’t fathom it then, standing there suspended by his gaze, but I would come to learn that Wilson Moon didn’t experience time the way most people do, or few things for that matter, He never rushed or fiddled nervously or found a length of silence between two people an awkward vessel to fill with chatter.”
― Shelly Read

“I had the happiest life imaginable. We lived in music. We buttered our bread with it. Music walked in the door with Papa or Maria like another member of the family.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“I play viola... but I'm really a singer."
"That's not really what you are," she says frankly.
Her directness startles me. "What do you mean?"
It maybe what you do. But even a voice can be taken from you.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“The limbs of a stand of birch tree hold up the forest's form like women's bones. This grove has a magnetic pull, beckoning toward a carpet of blue-green mosses where I long to lie on my back and sing into the leaves. But it is a place where bodies were stacked, and I don't want to make friends with trees that once hid the dead.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings