“and the wind gathered the leaves as a mother gathers her children and blew them irrevocably, lovingly, into the haunted wildness” — Elliot Mabeuse Copy Share Image
“Life was profligate with beauty, only if you stopped to look, only if you had someone to share it with.” — Elliot Mabeuse Copy Share Image
“The difficulty with Poe is not figuring out which of his stories rise to the level required of this collection, but rather… — Andrew Barger Copy Share Image
