Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.
Daniel WoodrellI've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
Daniel WoodrellI have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.
Daniel Woodrell