I woke up this morning with a phrase from my dream burning in my mind and needing to be written down: You shall plant bulbs. And suddenly, like an explosion, a whole bunch of things I’ve been pondering for a while have come together at once...
“Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me...
What word lies at the heart of the world? A Bright Smoke, Cold Fire Notable Moment: Runajo and Juliet in the Sunken Library Before I begin to dive into Endless Water, Starless Sky I feel I need to first do some digging at the first novel, Bright...
