My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there-and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.
Karen RussellWe keep giggling, happy and nervous, tickled by an incomplete innocence. We both sense that some dark joke is being played on us, even if we can't quite grasp the punch line.
Karen RussellTag: ava-wrestles-the-alligator karen-russell
i haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters.
Karen RussellTag: ava-wrestles-the-alligator karen-russell
When you're a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.
Karen RussellTag: ava-wrestles-the-alligator karen-russell
Granana lives on the other side of the island. She's eighty-four, I'm twelve, and Wallow's fourteen, so it's a little ambiguous as to who's babysitting whom.
Karen RussellTag: karen-russell haunting-olivia
I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate.
Karen RussellTag: ava-wrestles-the-alligator karen-russell
It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to meet my own reflection-
Karen RussellTag: karen-russell haunting-olivia
There are certain prehistoric things that swim beyond extinction.
Karen RussellTag: karen-russell haunting-olivia
I just want to tell her that I'm sorry," Wallow says softly. He doesn't know that I'm awake. He's talking to himself, or maybe to the ocean. There's not a trace of fear in his voice. And it's clear then that Wallow is a better brother than I could ever hope to be.
Karen RussellTag: karen-russell haunting-olivia
Far away, I can hear Mouflon, our last sheep, bleating in the dark. I wonder if Annie is still out to protect her, still scouring the woods in barefoot pursuit of those dogs. I feel sorry for Annie, alone with a rabid pack of her own delusions. I feel sorrier for Mouflon. She's alone with Annie.
Karen RussellTag: karen-russell disordered-dreamers sleep-away-camp
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