A biography for Shona Moycehasn’t been written yet.
“No matter how bleak and black her existence became, the familiar sight of the moon restored something within her, small as it was—like tiny fluttering wings of flame beating back the darkness.”
“It was more real than anything she’d ever imagined, and she clung to that in the same way that the sky clung to the earth.”
“We all know pain,’ Nate said. ‘It becomes a part of us… But it doesn't define us.”