“Let us look at the things we don’t see, let us listen to the echo of the sound behind the clamor and discern the crackling in the brushwood of our emotions, so we may recognize the tokens of the heartbeats we might miss and value the quality and the bite of our life story. ("This is no chicken feed")” QualityEmotionsTokensClamorRecognizeBiteDiscernHeartbeatsBrushwoodCrackling Author:Erik Pevernagie
“Ursula Monkton smiled, and the lightnings wreathed and writhed about her. She was power incarnate, standing in the crackling air. She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.” PowerLightningAdultIncarnateCrackling Book:The Ocean at the End of the Lane Source: The Ocean at the End of the Lane