A biography for Dia Reeveshasn’t been written yet.
“I remember you from the woods. Where's your sister?""She's busy. Sinning.”
“What the eyes don't see, the heart can't feel.”
“The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.”
“Wanna see the rest of my happy place?”
“I'd rather be miserable and free than happy and caged.”