How does something just disappear?
Over the years Chay had been in many different countries during Christmas.
In his bedroom, above his bed, in bright orange letters, was the word "DISCOVER".
The constant assault of lights and images that only she could see - the auras and things with no names that distracted her, even when she was alone - it all kept her from feeling calm.
Too many times had she seen performers get too caught up in perfectionism and the stress of life and lose the enthusiasm that made them go after this life in the first place. But she was determined to not let that be her.
There was no such thing as good luck, Daila had written in her journal when she was eleven.