The final sentence.

And I count them all twice before I realize–it's me, Dedé, it's me, the one who survived to tell the story.

Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you.

Ursula also leaves part of herself alive in those who never knew her–in all the books she worked so hard to make GEFY: good enough for you.

The lone white moon in the sky afar, Oh, Child of the Hill, how rich you are.

'A chaos of Hawthornes,' I murmured back, 'indeed.'

He's going to open the door.

And then would move on like birds migrating, moving from one nest of happiness to another, nudged by the wind, the sun and the moon, and the mystery of life itself.

By then, from the soft way Logan was looking at me, I knew he’d go with me, and I’d know for sure I was a Stonewall.

Me and my darling sister.

And the church clock striking, and there go the magpies up to the tower, a pestilence of magpies, a plague, covering the steeple as the clock chimes on and all of them crying with one magpie-voice: hag-hag-hag-hag-hag.

And I could stay as long as I liked.

AD knew then that they would follow her anywhere, for the rest of their lives.

And they had only a lifetime left.

Send me a new message soon, and remember—faith is joy.

And they were willing to go to dire lengths to ensure it.

In that order.

I only hear mine.