Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

“It seems I’ve broken the curse trapped inside us and, in the process, let all our monsters out.”

The sea was a collector of things. It took things we cherished—most things we’d forgotten—and I still found myself drawn to her, unable to resist her call, needing to step into the graveyard of the lost, wild, and treasured.

There was pleasure in pain for someone like me—someone who was a pretty shell holding in an ocean of rage.

“A person only welcomes pain to either feel, distract, or suffocate something that hurts more.”

“The only ones who know a damn thing about love, I believe, are the artists. And only during occasions they’ve completely lost themselves in their work. So, if I’ve ever felt love, I would have later mistaken it for obsession. And if I ever feel love, I’m afraid I won’t know until it’s too late.”

“Stop using my heart like an Ouija board!” He narrowed his eyes, his brows pressed together. “On behalf of 1864, I can assure you we don’t know what the hell that is!”

“What I feel for you knows no time or place,” he whispered, his warm words ruffling my hair. “My love for you awakened without warning, slowly and in an instant, in one throbbing heartbeat ... and I’m in love with you always, my darling ... Do you hear me?”