Anna

“when a Native group is forced out of its homeland, the people sometimes forget their stories. History itself is lost. “What’s worse, they leave behind the places where their dead are buried – their mothers and fathers.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“In a single lunge, he covered fifteen feet and knocked the wind right out of me with a brutal head-butt. I toppled backward and crash-landed on the floor near the front door, my neck and shoulders bearing most of the impact. He was on me in an instant, unleashing a barrage of blows to my head. He raked my chest with razor-like claws. I tried my best to defend myself, but it was so dark in the house that I couldn’t see where the strikes came from.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“It was an endless labyrinth of burning flesh, where we are propelled ever forward by the swelling of blisters; and where we gasp for air constantly, only to choke on toxic smoke.”
― Felix Blackwell, The Cold People: and Other Fairy Tales from Nowhere

“As I turned to leave, an inky form clambered up from the staircase and into the hallway, then moved into the spare room where I’d been working. The thing skittered like a human-sized spider, each limb moving independently and jutting from a rigid body.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues