Rachael Stephen

“Her fingers flick the screen and the list rolls upwards. And she finds...
Not one person.
Not a single person to call in a crisis, when she is falling apart at the edges. Her mother is seven hours away, old friends are distant, forgotten. All this time she has been content as she is, glad of the solitude, because it makes her safer, and now it betrays her.”
― Rachael Stephen, State of Flux

“He’s thinking this girl is strange because she’s like a vessel whose insides are bigger than her casing. Because she seems to live in a world very different from his own, where she invents magic to inject into it, to immerse herself in the extraordinary. They talk about her childhood, and he tells her about his own, the way he misses how shiny and mysterious things were when you were a kid.”
― Rachael Stephen, State of Flux