“I ignored her and continued down the hall. I had only four more hours to perfect the Sausalito. I was worried only… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“The lake water was reinventing the forest and the white moon above it, and wolves lapped up the cold reflection of the… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“On Sundays, the pretending felt almost as natural as nature. The chapel was our favorite place. Long before we could understand what… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“I had an ear for languages, and I could read before I could adequately wash myself. I probably could have vied with… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“We sang at the chapel annexed to the home every morning. We understood that this was the humans' moon, the place for… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“Etiquette was so confounding in this country. Still, looking at Mirabella-her fists balled together like small, white porcupines, her brows knitted in… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“I could have warned her. If we were back home, and Mirabella had come under attack by territorial beavers or snow-blind bears,… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
