Winter's End Quotes

“was like a grand mausoleum, the lives of a thousand people nestled away on shelves in neat matching containers only awaiting to be opened to tell their tales and then slid back into the wall for the next supplicant to the wisdom of the dead.”
― Mary Stone, Winter's End

“Leaves scattered and chittered across the floor like flat vermin as the wind found the small hole in the window and played with the trash and leaves and dust, flinging them in all directions.”
― Mary Stone, Winter's End

“The best curse for that son of a bitch was obscurity, to be forgotten and spend eternity as nothing more than a footnote, not”
― Mary Stone, Winter's End

“Triploblastica,”
― Mary Stone, Winter's End