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“What seemed at first like an act of incandescent self-destruction turned out to be the onramp to a bleak treadmill, one that felt designed to eradicate my personality and identity. It didn’t end my self-recrimination and misery. Instead, it illustrated just how good I’d had it living on the street.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“It was almost 3 a.m. before Connie got into bed. Sipping cocoa in the cold daylight and listening to the silence, only punctuated by the distant barking of dogs, she began to wonder what she had done. What if she had made a disastrous mistake?”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“A thin, flexible, layer of ice had already formed on the water, and the undulating movement caught the light of the setting sun, like a sparkling curtain of light billowing across the bay. Connie tried to capture the moment in her mind as the thin ice shimmered in oranges and reds as it moved between already forming pieces of thicker ice.”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“Connie followed the tracks of Daisy’s skidoo, passing giant, rosy pink mountains of snow which cast long grey shadows over the ground ahead of them. The sheer vastness of this multicoloured wilderness was hard to comprehend, and Connie was aware of herself and Daisy, speeding along, mere specks in the landscape.”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“The trees, in both Earth and Heaven, exist in the same form.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“Then Drago began the deliberate, precise, business-like process of killing.  A knee-buckling burst of fire and flash laid waste to men and material within seconds.  A Panhard vehicle to Silva’s left simply disappeared in an explosion that spraying metal parts willy-nilly in every direction in a spread so thorough that Drago thought they were under fire, and he yelled at his men to respond.  Another blast destroyed a six-wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, but it didn’t break it apart; it simply expanded as if swollen or bloated, like an air mattress or inflatable toy, though it still had weight and quickly collapsed over its own suspension.  Some trucks were overturned; a Jeep flipped end-over-end.  None were left unscathed.  In short order, what had been ten or twelve vehicles were reduced to a single steaming and smoking pile of metal.”
― John Payton Foden, Magenta

“There was a story out there, in a scary place, and she had to bear witness.”
― John Payton Foden, Magenta

“Murder, gambling, and beating up women doesn't illicit my sympathy, no matter what kind of language you dress it in.”
― Albert Waitt, The Ruins of Woodman's Village

“Yako forced the rag tightly against Candice’s nose and mouth. Twisting her head and trying to scream, she gasped for air but only succeeded in inhaling the rag’s toxic fumes.”
― Karl Braungart, Triple Deception

“Yako went to the boxes holding Lilly and Candice, undid the bungee cords, and opened them. She used smelling salts to arouse them.”
― Karl Braungart, Triple Deception

“He remained quiet, his movements studied. He was still not certain the intruder had gone and, if an attack was coming, he was going to be ready.”
― Jeffrey S. Stephens, Enemies Among Us

“The anchor symbolizes clarity and courage during chaos and confusion,â€� my Grand-mere says. “Chaos and Confusion, aren’t those your cats names?â€� Now I know her story is a delusion.”
― Rebecca Rosenberg, Champagne Widows: First Woman of Champagne, Veuve Clicquot

“It was odds on they would find out one of the team had escaped the blast, and it wouldn’t be long before they knew which one. Then they would come looking for him.
And Conor intended they should find him.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“Take your shower, Mr. Indifference. Wash off her scent while you’re at it.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“I loved those people. I love them now. And I fear
them.
And I am so very sorry for all that I did to them.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.”
― Rebecca Rosenberg, Champagne Widows: First Woman of Champagne, Veuve Clicquot

“All I wanted was a job like a book so good I'd be finishing it for the rest of my life.”
― Stephen Dunn

“All my life I had longed for a straightforward fight. To
stride out with confidence, and slay a dragon. But there
were no dragons, and the only thing I had ever met
which barely approached one, I had loved.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“That is what Frederick is like. He’s part man, part
fantasy. He gathers your wild imaginings about him,
wraps them around himself like a garment. Until
eventually he is a figure made mostly of the mystery you
endowed him with yourself.
And you don’t try to unravel it. Because you’re afraid
that all you’d have left is a pair of brown eyes and a
limp. And by that point, you’ve already given him so
much.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“No matter how many times I made plans, or how
violently I tried to shake myself out of this stupor, I could
never destroy the conviction that whatever I escaped to
would prove only to be another, greyer prison.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“Cut the malarkey, Joe. What do you know about Ethan Green stirring up trouble before he died?”
― Stella Sinclaire, Fertile Ground for Murder

“I took ‘em because nobody else had found ‘em yet. I brought ‘em here ta be protected from mortals that didn’t know the kinda power they once had, that might try ta unlock it again.”
― Eric Nierstedt, SHADOW PANTHEON: (PANTHEON SAGA BOOK 2)

“Jane sobbed even harder, not noticing the sounds of footsteps coming up behind her. A cold wind blew, and she shivered in it. As her eyes hung between tears, she looked out and saw a shape where the car had been. It was a figure, slim and wrapped in a gray shroud. Almost the whole body was covered, save for a single blue eye that stared at her intently. Jane stared back until she felt a warm hand touch her shoulder and a cold voice whisper in her ear.
“You are never alone.”
― Eric Nierstedt, SHADOW PANTHEON: (PANTHEON SAGA BOOK 2)

“The man you are seeing is no man, Andy. He was Odin Borson, Allfather and King of Asgard. His wolves were Freki and Geri and his hall was Valhalla. He was my father and the father of many others. And he was your father.”
― Eric Nierstedt, SHADOW PANTHEON: (PANTHEON SAGA BOOK 2)

“She turned back to the spot where Kamala had been, and where the bow she'd held still was. Andrea walked over to it and picked it up. She ran her hands over it gently, feeling the intricate designs carved into it, the elegance of the metal guard. Andrea held it out before her and pulled the string back. It came easily, though with all the tensions of a thousand taut muscles. She relaxed the string and looked at the bow with a sad familiarity, as she uttered one word.
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― Eric Nierstedt, SHADOW PANTHEON: (PANTHEON SAGA BOOK 2)

“That's the truth. I didn't kill Gabriel. He killed me.

All I did was pull the trigger.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“You made an offering of a battle of gods and demons," Joshua said. "That kind of offer does not go unnoticed. You awoke the souls of your kinsmen inside the mortals they have become.”
― Eric Nierstedt, SHADOW PANTHEON: (PANTHEON SAGA BOOK 2)

“His dark brown sultry eyes met hers. Beth kept hers steady. Tom Miller, where had she heard that name before? Beth knew the face, knew the name. Then, she realised. Now she knew why he looked familiar. He was even more handsome than he had looked in the newspaper photos.
'You're joking, right?' she exclaimed.”
― Lynda Renham, The Lies She Told

“Although Balboa is in the American-controlled zone, it’s a suburb of Panama City, which ranks along with New York as one of the world’s most dangerous places. Be that as it may, the girls bully their parents into letting them go out for the evening if Jerry and I take responsibility—a commitment I have doubts about.”
― Michael Chapman Pincher, Long Lost Love: Diary of a Rambling Romeo: Outclassing the Men: Fearless females take the lead on this Epic Voyage

“Each chapter felt like unwrapping a beautiful surprise.”
― Rendi Ansyah, Beyond the Bouquet: A Symphony of Love in Fifty Movements