journey and destination are one and the same
“She arrived at the Pleasant Valley station on a cold spring night and Henry Quigley picked her up. Utter darkness, save a flicker of light in one window, when the horse came to a stop before the farmhouse. Smell of cows and forest, and the thin throb of peepers….” Audiobook – Audible.ca Audiobook – Kobo Audiobook Read More ...
“She felt herself to be poised between two places of equal, but different, terrors. Here, in England, persecution. There, in New England—wolves, forests, fierce winters.” * Winner – New Brunswick Book Award 2016 * *Longlisted – 2017 International DUBLIN Literary Award* Amazon.ca Indigo Kindle Kobo Google iBooks Amazon.com Barnes & Noble Books A Million Hudson Booksellers Powell’s A Measure of Read More ...
“One day she would look back at it and see only a picture, small and insignificant as a rain-wrinkled postage stamp, of herself and Carrie, a messy cabin, a storm somewhere in the Drake Passage…” Amazon Indigo Kindle Kobo Google iBooks Growing up on the Bay of Fundy, Azuba Galloway dreams of going to sea. When she marries Nathaniel Bradstock, Read More ...
“In the corner is a stack of nine antique hatboxes…She slides her fingers over a lid, remembering the excitement she and her cousins had felt about these boxes and the disappointment of finding only papers whose half-read sentences were like windborne music or distant surf, faint hints of a larger sound.” Amazon Indigo Kindle Kobo Google iBooks Kate Harding, 52, Read More ...
” My eyes follow the coyote’s trail. He would rather, I think, have trotted into the heart of winter in total obscurity, like a ship vanishing into fog. He had no need or desire to leave any trace of his passing.” Amazon Indigo Kindle Kobo Google iBooks In the middle years of my life, I find myself standing on a Read More ...
” I stand in the dark hall and then grief begins. I can’t go into the room. I can’t open the door. I think that if I keep the door shut, the pain will subside and then the baby, still and always a dream, will sail loose like the fairy on the swallow and take Read More ...
“The house, like a shell, amplified the sounds of wind and crickets and birds. I listened to the August afternoon, hearing a language I could not speak, a language spoken and sung by creatures who did not care whether they were heard, or understood.” Amazon Indigo Kindle Kobo Google iBooks After twenty-five years on our New Brunswick farm, I began Read More ...
Beth Powning lives in New Brunswick, Canada.
She is the author of three novels and three books of literary non-fiction, as well as articles, essays and blog posts. A full-time writer, she teaches workshops, sings in a chorus, serves on boards and committees, makes baskets, gardens, photographs, and keeps chickens.