The air is crisp and has a bite at the back of its long throat. The sky is bloodless and pale. Drained of all pity. Drained of all passion. The sky cannot weep today. The sea is dark and wild. It is so loud I can hear it inside my own head. One thrashing after another like an interrogation.

Jackie Kay, from Trumpet: A Novel
(via thatkindofwoman)
Posted by:kevancoles

K. Evan Coles is a mother and tech pirate by day and a writer by night. She is a dreamer who, with a little hard work and a lot of good coffee, coaxes words out of her head and onto paper. K. lives in the northeast United States, where she complains bitterly about the winters, but truly loves the region and its diverse, tenacious and deceptively compassionate people. You’ll usually find K. nerding out over books, movies and television with friends and family. She’s especially proud to be raising her son as part of a new generation of unabashed geeks. K.’s books explore LGBTQ+ romance in contemporary settings.

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