Misty Wilson read.fine.print

“My father's viola.
It is a forest. It is a living tree. It is the heartwood of our family. My father's viola is over to hundred years old, even older than Germany. It is the color of well-done pastry, shining like apricot glaze.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“It's amazing whey you think about it, isn't it? Even though all we've lost, somehow we keep living. You choose to keep playing with your twisted fingers. I choose to keep playing my papa's viola. Lev-- he chooses to keep praying. We just all have to do it broken.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings

“I couldn’t fathom it then, standing there suspended by his gaze, but I would come to learn that Wilson Moon didn’t experience time the way most people do, or few things for that matter, He never rushed or fiddled nervously or found a length of silence between two people an awkward vessel to fill with chatter.”
― Shelly Read

“They tear the bread into tiny pieces and roll them between their fingers into fine crumbs, tossing them to the peeping birds. Amazing, to have a piece of bread to share with birds. The man is a millionaire.”
― Vesper Stamper, What the Night Sings