“Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper.” — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“She loves the smell of his fur, all warm and musky and cat-spit clean.” — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Even though this princess loved the oak and the castle and her mother, the queen, she tired of the beautiful swamp, of her surroundings.… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“For as long as she can remember, telling stories has been her momma's gift to those around her, fables filled with rich, detailed accounts… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Thursday, the-night-of-the-date, comes and goes, leaving a school bus tire track across Desi's heart, fear abrading her mind until she can think of nothing… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Instead it yanks on a worm wiggling in the loosened soil. Its feathers shimmer in the morning sunlight, a malignant green on black as… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
