In The House In The Dark Of The Woods
Laird Hunt
"After what felt like many minutes of walking, I stopped. I thought of calling out to Captain Jane or the first-folk man or anyone at all but could not make my lips move."
"After what felt like many minutes of walking, I stopped. I thought of calling out to Captain Jane or the first-folk man or anyone at all but could not make my lips move."
"Last of all, the calloused finger that should one day have worn a wedding ring slipped and lost its grip. All contact with reality lost, she plunged to the earth below."
"Her words froze in her throat at the sound she would recognize anywhere—her uncle’s laughter echoing through the room."
"Only faraway were there sounds—probably miles off, at the freeway—but they were as significant as shushes from a seashell."
"Isaiah was meeting Dodson at the Coffee Cup, a neighborhood institution stuck between a dry cleaners and a Mexican market. He was nervous about it. They were going to talk about partnering up, the conversation long overdue. "
"You think it’s going to be so simple, starting a family, and then when it’s taken from you, the future you’d imagined snatched away, it feels like a death."
"The funeral was strange because Alice’s death had been strange. No cause of death. No body. No certainty."
"The truth had slowly been revealed, and once he had the full grasp of it, the killing became as inevitable as the sunrise."
"I owe my discovery of the Sybil Joines Vocational School to a bookstore and a ghost."
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