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.

Pretend. Chin high. Smile, my pretty lips. Sink, my slaughtered heart.

“What’s the cure for heartbreak?” I asked. She looked up at me as she turned the page. “Poetry,” she replied. “And books. A lot of books.”

Coffee has a last sip. A song has a final note. A great story has a last page. Nothing can stop it. The sun sets, people die, you read the final chapter, you say goodbye. You move on. But, if loud enough, if felt deeply enough, if this moment or person was so significant and changed your life, they became a part of you.