Rebecca

“In the heart of the house lay a garden.
In the heart of the garden stood a tree.
In the heart of the tree lived an old man who wore the shape of a red-haired boy with cracker-nut eyes that seemed as bright as salmon tails glinting up the water.
His was a riddling wisdom, older by far than the ancient oak that housed his body. The green sap was his blood, and leaves grew in his hair. In the winter, he slept. In the spring, the moon harped a windsong against his antler tines as the oak's boughs stretched its green buds awake. In the summer, the air was thick with the droning of bees and the scent of wildflowers that grew in stormy profusion where the fat brown bole became root.
And in the autumn, when the tree loosed its bounty to the ground below, there were hazelnuts lying in among the acorns.
The secrets of a Green Man.”
― Charles de Lint

“You can’t be a member of the Sinful Ladies Society if you have a husband. The original members, like me, are all old maids. We’re finally starting to allow widows in, but their husbands have to be dead for at least ten years.
Why ten years?
Seems to take that long to deprogram them from silly man thinking.”
― Jana Deleon, Louisiana Longshot

“I shrugged. “Some people need more than words.” “Ha!” Gertie said. “Celia needs therapy.” “Celia needs an exorcism,” Ida Belle corrected. I looked at Carter.”
― Jana Deleon, Reel of Fortune

“She has a carpet rake, for God’s sake. A. Carpet. Rake. Who rakes their fucking carpet? It’s carpet.”
― K.L. Kreig, Black Swan Affair