“It wasn’t dying that she feared, it was dying bad: leaving her grandboy alone in the world, unprotected, his wounds unhealed. Death, which walked ever through these mountains, knew she would not go down easy.” — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“He found Granny on the porch, asleep. Her chin sat on her chest, rising and falling with her breath. He gathered her up in his arms, light as a girl, and carried her inside to her room. He covered her… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“He ascended the mountain in darkness, no lamplight, a world black and silver and blue. The moon lay scattered through the woods in blades,… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t dying that she feared, it was dying bad: leaving her grandboy alone in the world, unprotected, his wounds unhealed. Death, which walked… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“War, building like methane in the chamber of a mine: any day could come the spark.” — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“Christ's father let him die on that cross. I understand why he done it. But Christ never had no granny like me.” — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“Moo inhaled, his nostrils flaring. It was decided then. Slowly, deliberately, he rose from the saddle and began to dismount. He had not sailed… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
“He found Granny on the porch, asleep. Her chin sat on her chest, rising and falling with her breath. He gathered her up in… — Taylor Brown Copy Share Image
