Quotes from Connie May Fowler

I watched as she stretched over the board to flick off a fallen leaf. Underneath her thin cotton shell, I saw how fragile the bones in her back were, far too sliver-prone, far too light to support a pair of wings.

You can't just physically beat a man and expect him not to retaliate. Insults, slaps, threats go just so far. You've got to go for the jugular. You've got to finish the job in a clean sweep. What do the French call it? Coup de grace, as believe. I did learn a few things from living with Charlie.

See these Oaks," he slobbered. His hair stood out straight because he endlessly pulled on it. "Their roots travel deep, and their branches reach far into the sky. They're much wiser than you or me, Charlie. They know more about the world than the two of us combined." He always talked hocus-pocus bullshit like that when he wandered off.

When feelings get so string they're woven into my bones, I can't talk about them without crying.

I didn't want to be all she had. I didn't even want to be her daughter. My blood, poisoned with our family sins, turned hot, scorched my veins. Breathing was getting difficult.

even though the dead are beyond our touch, they remain fully dimensional, fully capable of affecting our decisions and quandaries.