Notes From the Stillroom

"Some doors, after all, open only after dark. And some, once opened, never close again.."

“If the mountains could speak, they would sound like wings in the fog.”

“She does not haunt the shelves. She keeps company with the lonely.”

“In Old Gray, love does not fade. It waits among the stones.”

“The French Quarter keeps its secrets beautifully—until the moon asks for them back.”

“Some longings do not die. They grow wings and wait in the dark.”

“She was not summoned. She was already waiting.”

“Some bonds are too deep for death to reach.”

“Not every blossom is meant to be touched.”

“Some doors open with a knock. Others open when grief places its hands upon the wood.”