“ In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die. ”
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
~ Moïra Fowley-Doyle
I am afraid of everybody else's secrets
We were a coven, we were a crowd. We were a forest, we were a three-headed dog.
There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers...
