Heather

“What is known is that in 1805 in the dead of night a group of white landowners, chafing at the limits of their own manifest destiny, set fire to the last remaining indigenous village on the teardrop-shaped peninsula that would become Charon County. Those who escaped the flames were brought down by muskets with no regard to age, gender, or infirmity. That was the first of many tragedies in the history of Charon. The cannibalism of the winter of 1853. The malaria outbreak of 1901. The United Daughters of the Confederacy picnic poisoning of 1935. The Danforth family murder-suicide of 1957. The tent revival baptismal drownings of 1968, and on and on. The soil of Charon County, like most towns and counties in the South, was sown with generations of tears. They were places where violence and mayhem were celebrated as the pillars of a pioneering spirit every Founders’ Day in the county square.”
― S.A. Cosby, All the Sinners Bleed

“Scott was the type of man who complained about the world being too sensitive these days without ever acknowledging the irony of his own fragility or privilege.”
― S.A. Cosby, All the Sinners Bleed

“Old Testament, New Testament, it was just words with a little w, written by zealots as PR for their new cult founded in the memory of a dead carpenter.”
― S.A. Cosby, All the Sinners Bleed

“We all choose to be skeptics when the truth is inconvenient.”
― S.A. Cosby, All the Sinners Bleed