Pocket Forest Quotes

“A trail made of pine needles and thistles leads you into the green darkness. The canopy casts shadows on old oaks and dogwoods, and you think you can smell the sour breath of a witch behind you. The wind sighs like a sleeping girl, carrying her bittersweet dreams along the paths to attract any man willing to look for thorn-covered castles. A wolf darts between fallen, rotted wood; maybe he’s the one who can tell you where your heart is, how you’re still breathing.”
― Kimberly Karalius, Pocket Forest

“She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?"

"Stig."

"Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it.

He shook his head and pointed his long index finger at the name stitched on his uniform. "S-T-I-G. Stig."

Harriet's breath caught. "I can't believe it. I've been looking for you.”
― Kimberly Karalius, Pocket Forest

“When her mother combed Harriet's hair, she said that the woods were disgustingly muddy and mosquito-ridden. During her history unit on pioneers, her father bashfully admitted that he couldn't pitch a tent, barbeque, or fight off bears in a forest. They both agreed that such a place was unsafe. Hotels were better.”
― Kimberly Karalius, Pocket Forest