Lorelei Goach

“How Jean’s kind heart had survived a place like Evermore, Jeremy wasn’t sure. It was bruised and bleeding, but it wasn’t broken.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“Brown like the soil in Rhemann’s garden, or the sand where the tide washed ashore, or the dirt roads Cat had led him down time and again. Brown like the gaze that sought Jean out in every room, but that last thought wasn’t one he could linger on.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“Andrew clocked Jeremy immediately, and three of every five messages you’ve sent me this past month are about him.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven