" A flutter of bright green drew Deanna's focus out of the turbulent realm of her head and onto the flame-damaged storage shed. From the hold below the scorched eaves she saw the male paloma emerge and take flight. A few seconds later the drab brown female popped out. She soared after her mate.

Deanna gasped in shock, amazed that any creature could have survived. "

― Leslie Ann Moore , Tangle of Fates