“She was half a wild creature that loved a graveyard, the first taste of misty night air, and the heft of a shovel. She knew how things died. And in her darkest moments, she feared she did not know how to live.” DeathLivingDeadWildUndeadEmily Lloyd JonesGrave DiggingGrave DiggerThe Bone Houses Book:The Bone Houses Source: The Bone Houses
“She had walked willingly into a fairy tale, into a world where she could trade her heart for her freedom. She may as well have donned a red cloak and strode into a darkened forest. She had always known there would be wolves.” DangerBraveryFairy TalesWolvesLittle Red Riding HoodThe Hearts We SoldEmily Lloyd JonesDee Moreno Book:The Hearts We Sold Source: The Hearts We Sold