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272 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 14, 2020
I thought if I only loved you enough, I could make the story come untrue.
“You do not want to become one of us.”
“Many others did this before you, better than you,” says the coyote. “And they never made it out alive.”
No one goes halfway bewitched.
She sees everyone like this: dangerous or edible. Maybe even Molly. Maybe especially Molly.
“Go anywhere you like. But not my nursery.”
“Whatever else you do, dear, remember to blame yourself.”
“You know your town isn’t like other towns,” he said.
“Why not?”
“It just isn’t.”
With no other Paleys around, sometimes Jane could make herself forget that the Paley rules were rules for a reason, that they were supposed to protect the people who followed them.
Before I went to school, I thought everyone lived in a kerosene haze and listened at night to the screams of the dead.
Thickening, thickening, filling the crack,
The sun comes out, the water goes back.
White stars in the night, red rain in the day
There’s grass on the shore, there’s fish in the bay.
The couple washes up in the Flamingo's dimly-lit lobby way past sundown, heedless of the No Vacancy sign illuminated by a row of sputtering candles.
The day my father gave me to the Glaire woman, I dressed in his clothes, a threadbare jacket and spit-shined Oxfords, my hair slick with his pomade, his cologne burning the back of my throat. My father was not a handsome man anymore, but he used to be.Needless to say, it only gets darker and more convoluted.