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- He was a good father and a good husband but i don't under stand
- It was the moon, that’s what they say. It’s the moon’s fault, and the blood. It was in his father’s blood. I never knew his father, and now I wonder what become of him. He was from up Whitewater way, and had no kin around here. I always thought he went back there, but now I don’t know. There was some talk about him, tales that come out after what happened to my husband. It’s something runs in the blood, they say, and it may never come out, but if it does, it’s the change of the moon that does it.
- Always it happens in the dark of the moon, when everybody’s home and asleep. Something comes over the one that’s got the curse in his blood, they say, and he gets up because he can’t sleep, and goes out into the glaring sun, and goes off all alone — drawn to find those like him.
- He was always gentle if you'd have seen him playing with the children anybody who who saw him with the children would have known that there wasnt any bad in him
- The hair begun to come away all over his body. It was like his hair fried away in the sunlight and was gone. He was white all over then, like a worm’s skin. And he turned his face. It was changing while I looked, it got flatter and flatter, the mouth flat and wide, and the teeth grinning flat and dull, and the nose just a knob of flesh with nostril holes, and the ears gone, and the eyes gone blue — blue, with white rims around the blue — staring at me out of that flat, soft, white face. He stood up then on two legs. I saw him, I had to see him. My own dear love, turned in the hateful one.
- It brings the shivers on me now to think of it,hearing it, nights when I’d stayed home frommeeting when the children was babies — the singing coming up through the treesthere, and the moonlight, summer nights, the full moon shining.
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