The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (Fairyland, #1)

by Catherynne M. Valente

Omaha is no place for anybody.

We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say, lines on maps are silly.

September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.

“We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.”