“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they caused in those moments far… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have looked angelic, instead she looked like a corpse, freshly raised from the grave, frosted in ice and darkness,… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“James had taken his own life, but the need to do so was not something easily explained. He had the life he wanted: money,… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot like James… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Was James bipolar?” The tears returned, and I watched her battle them. “We don’t use that word in our family.” I stared at her… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already over. For… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor, blood spattering… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to grip the… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I found serenity in the towers, especially the highest, even in the midst of winter. The crows also enjoyed the lofts, and I habitually… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow the gods were currently depositing upon… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of the… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
