Field Guide to the Haunted Forest (Haunted Forest Trilogy)

by Jarod K. Anderson

To your eyelash mites, you are a walking fortress and a mountaintop pasture.

You can’t think your way out of depression any more than you can think your way out of drowning. Asking for a life-jacket is more important than knowing the physics of buoyancy.

If you whisper a secret to a candle flame, then all fire everywhere will know that secret.

I’m in my little gray house in Ohio surrounded by the stale air of winter indoors, but somewhere there are orcas.

Our fingers are built more for feeling than fighting.

The sterile white box is the stranger. Not the ant. Not the spider.