49 Quotes by Shea Ernshaw

A tree all alone may grow hatred in its bark and moth-eaten leaves, but an entire forest can weave malice so deep and well-rooted that no safe passage can be made through such a place.

I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want the crack inside me to widen, for the ocean of loneliness to creep in. I don’t want to drown.

To the readers of this story, if you find yourself in a dark wood, without a match to light the way. Be your own light.

I’ll stay on the island, reading fortunes from the smeared remains of tea leaves in white porcelain cups just like my mom used to before Dad vanished and never came back.

I’m certain that love can be a wound, deep and saw-toothed and filled with salt. But sometimes it’s worth it.

Perhaps we all have oddity, some strangeness we keep hidden along our edges, things we see that we can explain things we wish for thing we run from.

The woods are wild and rugged and unkind. They cannot be trusted.

It starts as a low croon that rolls in with the tide, a sound so faint it might just be the wind blowing through the clapboard shutters, through the portholes of docked fishing boats, and into narrow cracks along sagging doorways. But after the first night, the harmony of voices become undeniable. An enchanting hymn sailing over the water’s surface, cool and soft and alluring. The Swan sisters have awakened.

Tonight’s party is the start of a season that will bring more than just tourist dollars – it will bring folklore and speculation and doubt about the town’s history. But always, every year without fail or falter, it also brings death.