There is a light that sharpens the hunt during darkest winter, a delicate radiance belonging as much to the earth as to the sky. After dawn, it clings to the trees like some corporeal messenger. Remember the stark reality of cold possibilities, it says, black memory, the frozen echoes of hollowed-o
ut veins beneath the ground….
So begins my third Frank Pavlicek novel Cold Quarry—a story set amid West Virginia's mountains, coal mines, and forests.
Nature plays a pivotal role in the Pavlicek...
Published on August 13, 2011 14:27