Crash Landing On You -

“You’ll die,” he said, not unkindly. He was boiling water for a poultice of yarrow and pine resin. “I know a way. The old tunnel.”

The first to find her wasn’t a soldier. It was a ghost. Crash Landing on You

No one ever deciphered it. But the frogs knew. And the birch trees. And somewhere in a cottage that didn’t exist, a man ate an orange and smiled at the sky. “You’ll die,” he said, not unkindly

“You built a life here,” she said.