" I stood there for a long time, watching the girl who looked as if she had
the moon tucked under her heart and the galaxy woven into her soul. Her
white hair spilled over her pillow, pale skin against the white sheets. We
didn’t make sense. We were so different, but still all the same. Nightmares
and dreamscapes—the epitome of us. "

― Nicole Fiorina , Hollow Heathens: Book of Blackwell (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)