The distance is over. Now comes the life.Drew has found his land — a quiet lake, old oaks, a stone cottage that has been waiting for the right people to inhabit it. Elowen has pressed her palm to the hearthstone and felt the house pay attention. The channel between them runs wide open now, carrying everything in both directions, nothing managed, nothing held back.This is Volume 2. This is what happens after the finding.They build. Literally — Drew puts his hands on every stone of the fireplace because he wants the walls to know from the beginning who put them up and why. And in all the other ways that matter — the life accumulating around them, the list of places she has named and he is already quietly tending to. Norway in February. Provence in summer. Scotland in the long light. The gazebo between the house and the lake where her magic runs out through all six sides and comes back with what the air gives it.And then the telling begins. In the firelight of the first December evening in a house that finally knows them, Drew starts to tell her the other lives. The courtyard in Marrakech with the orange trees and the lanterns. The northern house where the winter was three months long. The footprint in the autumn grass and a woman named Freya who stood in an unfinished house and said I want to live here with you for a very long time.She has known something since the October garden. She names it now. He confirms it. The channel carries the full weight of what they are to each other, older than this life and running below every name either of them has ever answered to.Warm, intimate, unhurried, and deeply felt — this is a love story in its most specific and ordinary extraordinary form. No grand gestures. Just a hearthrug and a fire burning low and her falling asleep between one life and the next while he holds the whole shape of everything they're building and does not move.Volume 2 of the Drew & Elowen series. After Hours. A Luminara Transmission by Calida Quinn.The distance is always crossable. This is what waits on the other side.

The distance is over. Now comes the life.Drew has found his land — a quiet lake, old oaks, a stone cottage that has been waiting for the right people to inhabit it. Elowen has pressed her palm to the hearthstone and felt the house pay attention. The channel between them runs wide open now, carrying everything in both directions, nothing managed, nothing held back.This is Volume 2. This is what happens after the finding.They build. Literally — Drew puts his hands on every stone of the fireplace because he wants the walls to know from the beginning who put them up and why. And in all the other ways that matter — the life accumulating around them, the list of places she has named and he is already quietly tending to. Norway in February. Provence in summer. Scotland in the long light. The gazebo between the house and the lake where her magic runs out through all six sides and comes back with what the air gives it.And then the telling begins. In the firelight of the first December evening in a house that finally knows them, Drew starts to tell her the other lives. The courtyard in Marrakech with the orange trees and the lanterns. The northern house where the winter was three months long. The footprint in the autumn grass and a woman named Freya who stood in an unfinished house and said I want to live here with you for a very long time.She has known something since the October garden. She names it now. He confirms it. The channel carries the full weight of what they are to each other, older than this life and running below every name either of them has ever answered to.Warm, intimate, unhurried, and deeply felt — this is a love story in its most specific and ordinary extraordinary form. No grand gestures. Just a hearthrug and a fire burning low and her falling asleep between one life and the next while he holds the whole shape of everything they're building and does not move.Volume 2 of the Drew & Elowen series. After Hours. A Luminara Transmission by Calida Quinn.The distance is always crossable. This is what waits on the other side.

The distance is over. Now comes the life.Drew has found his land — a quiet lake, old oaks, a stone cottage that has been waiting for the right people to inhabit it. Elowen has pressed her palm to the hearthstone and felt the house pay attention. The channel between them runs wide open now, carrying everything in both directions, nothing managed, nothing held back.This is Volume 2. This is what happens after the finding.They build. Literally — Drew puts his hands on every stone of the fireplace because he wants the walls to know from the beginning who put them up and why. And in all the other ways that matter — the life accumulating around them, the list of places she has named and he is already quietly tending to. Norway in February. Provence in summer. Scotland in the long light. The gazebo between the house and the lake where her magic runs out through all six sides and comes back with what the air gives it.And then the telling begins. In the firelight of the first December evening in a house that finally knows them, Drew starts to tell her the other lives. The courtyard in Marrakech with the orange trees and the lanterns. The northern house where the winter was three months long. The footprint in the autumn grass and a woman named Freya who stood in an unfinished house and said I want to live here with you for a very long time.She has known something since the October garden. She names it now. He confirms it. The channel carries the full weight of what they are to each other, older than this life and running below every name either of them has ever answered to.Warm, intimate, unhurried, and deeply felt — this is a love story in its most specific and ordinary extraordinary form. No grand gestures. Just a hearthrug and a fire burning low and her falling asleep between one life and the next while he holds the whole shape of everything they're building and does not move.Volume 2 of the Drew & Elowen series. After Hours. A Luminara Transmission by Calida Quinn.The distance is always crossable. This is what waits on the other side.