“Neither she nor her sister could resist collecting the shiny trinkets that churned up with the river’s tide. Rings, bottles, spoons, keys, combs, bones – there was always something new coughed up on the bank, as if the water grew perpetually ill on the taste of human detritus.”

“Neither she nor her sister could resist collecting the shiny trinkets that churned up with the river’s tide. Rings, bottles, spoons, keys, combs, bones – there was always something new coughed up on the bank, as if the water grew perpetually ill on the taste of human detritus.”

— Luanne G. Smith