"Snow clouds had replaced the horizon, capped the valley darkly, and chafing wind blew so the hung meat twirled from jigging branches. Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked again and again. She stood tall kin combat boots, scarce at the waist but plenty through the arms and shoulders, a body made for loping after needs."
-Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell(This is from the first chapter, I’m already hooked.)
October 7th at 4:51 PM
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