“She was dry, dry inside like a ten-thousand-year-old tomb, with the last of her life barely dampening the dirt underneath.” — Kat Rosenfield Corpse Copy Share Image
“There was not supposed to be blood on the road. That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town… — Kat Rosenfield Dead and gone Copy Share Image
“Murder in a small town is always more than a paragraph in the local paper. In a place so insulated, where lives… — Kat Rosenfield Death Copy Share Image
“That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town limits—she'd come from someplace, was going somewhere. Until destiny had… — Kat Rosenfield Dead and gone Copy Share Image
“It was there that I wanted, out there somewhere, when I sat elbow-to-elbow with my giggling friends and let my thoughts swirl… — Kat Rosenfield Friendship Copy Share Image
“So from now on, screw "perfect." Forget for a while about what kind of person you want to be, and just be… — Kat Rosenfield Being yourself Copy Share Image
“Our knowledge has no memory. We have always lived here; what we know has always been.” — Kat Rosenfield Knowledge Copy Share Image
“I have learned that knowing where you're going means remembering where you've been. I'm not afraid of what lurks behind me, or… — Kat Rosenfield Knowing Copy Share Image
“I have learned that knowing where you’re going means remembering where you’ve been. I’m not afraid of what lurks behind me, or… — Kat Rosenfield Knowing Copy Share Image
“I shook my head. "it's not about living in a city." It wasn't. Back then, it wasn't just getting away. It was… — Kat Rosenfield Getting away Copy Share Image
“There is no narrative now, no “And then,” only a disjointed series of images. A pile of photographs I’ve flipped through so… — Kat Rosenfield Narrative Copy Share Image
“She stared at him. His eyes were glazed, glassy, blazing with triumph behind his glasses, and as his lip curled in a… — Kat Rosenfield Gaze Copy Share Image
“An anonymous death in a small town, that’s a different thing. It makes people uneasy. They stop gossiping, talk only with trusted… — Kat Rosenfield Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I'd seen it happen, how hard it was to get out. Every year, one or two kids would visit from college for… — Kat Rosenfield Somewhere else Copy Share Image
“In a small town, unexplained tragedy can only go so long before it grows teeth, sprouts sharp claws, and turns, snarling, on… — Kat Rosenfield Friendship Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, the great big world outside Bridgeton had seemed like Xanadu - miles of golden road lined with smiling… — Kat Rosenfield Big world Copy Share Image
