“War, building like methane in the chamber of a mine: any day could come the spark.” — 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
