Photo: Claire Leon
“When I woke the sun had lowered in the sky, and I wasn’t quite sure where I was. The water surged into the cove to the lake, spreading out like the thinnest of mirrors as it receded; a spectrum of reds, oranges, and pinks reflected from the sky. I sat up, lifted my hand, sea foam flying from my fingers as I painted the air. The sunset colors wove together, intensified, wrapped around me like a thousand Arabian veils. I told myself I would be okay, that these were the spirits of ocean and air that had always protected me.”
—from Broken Moon, Chapter 1