Anna

“Nothing human remained in her gaze now; I was staring into the eyes of a wolf, and they looked up at me with terrifying glee. She seemed to recognize me, but not in the way that two people who live in the same house recognize each other. It was as though I’d been missing a thousand years, and she had finally found me.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“Faye rolled toward me so that our noses touched. Her eyes were open and rolled far back in her head. She smiled and ran a fingernail across my cheek, pretending to carve ribbons of flesh. She reminded me of a butcher delicately assessing a filet. “They’re gonna kill you,” she whispered–then licked my face.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“they leave behind the places where their dead are buried – their mothers and fathers. The dead are bound to that place, and have returned to the land there. Because of this, Natives who are forced out of their homelands no longer have connections to their ancestors, and thus, to the spirit world. Their medicines no longer work. Their prayers are no longer”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues

“But hours later, near the approach of dawn, Faye sat straight up in bed and sucked in a huge breath. The sound woke me up, and I instinctively grabbed the trashcan I'd set near the bed, preparing to catch a volley of barf. Instead, she grabbed my arm with surprising strength. With her eyes still closed, she looked right into my face, and said,
"Tell the man in the hall...he needs to leave."
Petrified, I slipped away from her grasp and peeked out the door into the long hallway. There was no one.”
― Felix Blackwell, Stolen Tongues