“Drinking the liquor felt awful and then suddenly fortifying. Buzzing warmth spread from the place where the bottle kissed my mouth. My veins felt hot, like they were filling with electric blood, and the trees hummed along to the sound of the creek, a night song of wind and leaves and the rushing of water over rock.”

“Drinking the liquor felt awful and then suddenly fortifying. Buzzing warmth spread from the place where the bottle kissed my mouth. My veins felt hot, like they were filling with electric blood, and the trees hummed along to the sound of the creek, a night song of wind and leaves and the rushing of water over rock.”

— Tanya Marquardt