The Unquiet Bones

by Loreth Anne White

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

“Our bones are the last of us to go, and even hundreds of years later they can still tell us so much about who someone was, how they lived, and in some cases, even how they died. Just like the lines in tree trunks, our lives are written into our bones. And if you know how to read them”—she