“I guess I just wish that the space we found, whatever ground or field, extended to wider lands… to countries barely known.” End of Volume 2. The podcast's companion book, featuring all of Linda Wojtowick's stories as heard in the episodes, is available on Amazon.

“I think I have learned to dream big, because that sometimes feels like my only act of engagement or enchantment.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

“There’s nothing at all on the back cover but the name and logo of the press: Frostmarch Books of Montreal."

"It's been very eerie here on the train... I haven't been able to get much sleep at all." Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

Another four years later: “I just don’t trust my read on things anymore.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

“Maybe in telling these stories of the road, we’re going to be all right now… this time, it’s got to be different.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"I know it's ridiculous to think 'reincarnation,' but... is it my imagination, or somehow is her prose style yours too?" Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

“The eyes--I don’t know what to tell you about them. They’re beyond my world.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick. Additional text by Soren Narnia.

“The children seemed to cope with countering the monster by strategies that followed basic pathways: combat, taming, and being engulfed.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

Four years later: “We’re all just one event away from feeling we’re suddenly back at square one.” Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"I'm just not sure where we can go now with this store thing..." Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"So I found this weird piece of masking tape..." Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"I looked down and thought: Did someone move these rocks in the middle of the night...?" Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"Do you remember anything about the people who worked there? The staff?" Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

“I’m so glad someone responded to my ad.” In this second volume of 15 episodes, strangers attempt to piece together hazy shared memories of a faraway used bookstore that may never have existed. Fiction by Linda Wojtowick.

"So it's up to you... Does it happen exactly how they said, the end of the world? Or is it so much worse than we could ever know?"

"I say a person, but it’s really just the shape of one... I don’t know what it is."

"What is just as perplexing is not what was found on board, but what was no longer there."

"If you wish to enter here, you'll need to clear your mind."

"Once upon a time, there was a little old bar on a little old street in a little old town."