“Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I've heard his voice, soft as a lover's whisper.” — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at that moment, the sun shone… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“She loves the smell of his fur, all warm and musky and cat-spit clean.” — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Even though this princess loved the oak and the castle and her mother, the queen, she tired of the beautiful swamp, of her surroundings. You see, as she grew she came to realize that if she looked too closely, she could recognize evil things in the swamp as well as all the extraordinary things she loved. There were hurtful, malicious… — Sara Stark Copy Share
“For as long as she can remember, telling stories has been her momma's gift to those around her, fables filled with rich, detailed accounts of gods and monsters, of love and curses. She can weave a tale from Spanish moss and moonlight that will make a young girl's heart resonate with yearning or weep with anguish. Her coastal Georgia roots… — Sara Stark Copy Share
“Thursday, the-night-of-the-date, comes and goes, leaving a school bus tire track across Desi's heart, fear abrading her mind until she can think of nothing… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Despite their macabre imaginations, they don't believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
“Instead it yanks on a worm wiggling in the loosened soil. Its feathers shimmer in the morning sunlight, a malignant green on black as… — Sara Stark Copy Share Image
