#winter rose

"But as he said good night to Laurel, I saw his eyes again, and suddenly I no longer knew what time might bring; a wedding or a curse or even another season. The night flower had opened all around us, with its dark, elusive colors and rich scents, holding us in its ancient mysteries."

“She seemed made of lace or wings, nothing real. Not bones and weary skin — nothing that could ever be old.”

“…where the wild roses grew among the tame…”