A Borrowing of Bones Quotes

“We owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne, Our ruler is law and the law is our own; Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men, Who can handle the sword and the scythe and the pen Hurrah for Vermont! For the land that we till Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill Our vow is recorded—our banner unfurled, In the name of Vermont we defy all the world! Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer, then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“elderly citizens”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“Congregational church”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“nearby brook”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“was a good listener.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“been Quakers,”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“Gérard’s sourdough”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“his Kong.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“reading was a favorite pastime.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“the bones.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“rushing stream”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“nearby brook,”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“working dogs and dog handlers everywhere”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“But the most striking thing about him was the Buck hunting knife that stuck of of his chest, right under his left nipple, the fatal bulls-eye of a dark red blood blotch that stained his T-shirt with death.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“Mercy knew she would sleep better now, with a dog on her feet and a gun under her head.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“Every morning they marched off their grief mile after mile in the mountains, where the cool greens of the forest could chase away the dark ghosts of the desert, at least until night fell.

but not today. today the wilderness held a hush that unnerved her, the same sort of hush that Martinez always called a disturbance in the Force when they went out on patrol. Bad things usually followed.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry David Thoreau, Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost, even John Irving. All the literary kings of New England, who understood the pull of the moon, the lure of the woods, and the solace of solitude.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones