Daniel Woodrell Quote

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.


Winter's Bone (ed. Hachette UK, 2012) - ISBN: 9781444717327


Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.