The Northern Reach Quotes

“Above the reach, low clouds sleepwalk across the February sky. Today they are fibrous, striated, like flesh being slowly torn from bone. It's four in the afternoon and already night has started chewing away the edges of the day. This is winter's waking death: half-light, refracted by gray water and dirty snow, begging the voracious dark to end its miser”
― W.S. Winslow, The Northern Reach

“The minutes ticked on, and Alice listened as her children shared stories and swapped reminiscences so that, one finger at a time, they let her go, and as they did, the smoky fetters loosened and untangled themselves. Alice lingered just long enough to gather up all the things she should have known, and with her last thought, she gave herself over to the smoke, blended with it, became it, wafting, whisper, wisp, gone”
― W.S. Winslow, The Northern Reach

“It's the lies that hold people together, she believes, the things we never say, the false faces that mask ugly truths”
― W.S. Winslow, The Northern Reach