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“Like many Americans, Andrew had bounced around from one part of the country to the other, wherever school and work led him. When someone asked where he was from, he never knew how to answer. Where he was born? Where he'd lived the longest? Where he'd lived last? And there was a related question, one he suspected was more important still: Where did he belong?”
― Will North, Water, Stone, Heart

“professor of archaeology at The Pennsylvania State University, watched the new arrival beside his site manager, assistant professor Amanda Jeffers. Hunter was a slender but weathered forty-five-year-old with longish curling salt and pepper hair that danced in the wind off the Atlantic as if it had a life of its own. Amber-tinted aviator glasses hid his mahogany eyes. He wore heavy work boots, khaki shorts that revealed calves taut as knotted hawsers, a vented white safari shirt, and a multi-pocketed canvas vest more suited to fly-fishing than digging. It had belonged to his father, a digger of another sort: a Pennsylvania coal miner and avid fly-fisherman. Hunter would never admit to being superstitious, but he’d worn the vest on every successful expedition since his father had died of black lung disease a decade ago. Behind Hunter and Jeffers, as if it had grown out of the ground, lay the stone foundations  of Carn Dewes, a prehistoric”
― Will North, Harm None

“feet”
― Will North, Harm None

“Modern witchcraft, she’d learned, was simply a religion that reveres nature.”
― Will North, Water, Stone, Heart

“gone”
― Will North, Seasons' End

“left the basket on the doorstep. Clearly, he wanted to be left alone. After last night, she was happy to oblige. Back in her kitchen, she filled the electric kettle and flicked on its switch. She put a scoop of tea leaves in her teapot. The kettle clicked off as the water came to a boil and she went to fetch it. When she turned around, Alec was standing in the doorway. “Hello, you,” he said. “Hi.” They stood looking at each other, smiling shyly. Fiona broke the silence. “You will have noted,” she needled, “that my interpretation of the marine weather forecast yesterday was correct.” “I did, yes. Not a great day to give the mountain another try.” “I shouldn’t think so, given your last attempt.” Alec was about to protest, but there was a knock at the back door. Fiona went to open it. “Oh hello, Owen; come in and have a cuppa.” Owen followed her into the kitchen. “Morning, Alec,” he said. Fiona poured a cup of tea and gestured for Owen to sit. “What do you need, Owen?” Owen hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “David’s already gone back to his cottage. Looked done in when he arrived this morning and left after a”
― Will North, The Long Walk Home

“women are proof than man was just God’s first draft.”
― Will North, Seasons' End