Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2 Quotes

“I miss our own quiet country road. I miss the unmarked settler graves you found along it, that summer that we went bone-hunting. You were the one who could find the dead where the ground hid them under its skin. You are a better witch than I was. I admit it. I miss the way you smelled of witchcraft. Soot on your fingertips, sage and hyssop, sweet dock and cedar tips.”
― Kathe Koja, Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2

“As the invaders caught the villagers and tore into them, they made soothing, crooning noises that somehow drowned out the shrieking. They strangled the villagers, tore their eyes out, opened their throats with sharp teeth. They rolled the bodies over the edge of the platform, into the sand. When they couldn’t find any more victims, they went into the little houses and closed the doors.   *”
― Kathe Koja, Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2

“She dies with purpose. This is a truth she makes.”
― Kathe Koja, Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2

“Our old teacher used to tell us that I was all slick perfection with no heart, which we thought was a terribly stupid thing to say. A piano is wires and wood and dull teeth. There’s no place in machines for wet lumps of meat.”
― Kathe Koja, Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2

“As a grown woman, I would have said to my father that there are true things in this world only observed by a single set of eyes. As a girl,”
― Kathe Koja, Year's Best Weird Fiction; Volume 2