Inheritance (The Lost Bride Trilogy, #1)

by Nora Roberts

“Erosion happens gradually.” Winter rubbed Sonya’s shoulders. “A rock’s strong, but it doesn’t notice how the water’s wearing it away.”

Houses need people, don’t you think, or they’re just walls.

“I was white, straight, from a solid family—and tax bracket—he assumed were his type of Christians. He figured I was one of his group—that is, opposed to anyone who wasn’t all of the above. After several weeks of trying to ignore, argue with, or block his bullshit, I told him I was bi, an atheist, my great-grandfather was Paiute, and my parents had an open marriage. He moved out, and that’s how I got along with him.” Fascinated, Sonya paused at the door of the library. “You lied to him.” “It was that or punch him in the face. Seeing the shock on that face was nearly as satisfying as punching it. Anyway, I got another roommate, and we got along fine.”

“No.” Sonya reached out, laid a hand over Corrine’s. “You couldn’t have known.” “We didn’t believe in curses. The hauntings? They simply were, and fascinating by and large. No one saw her fall. She was just … gone.”