“He looked like the devil. His skin ruddy, his eyes a glowing yellow. Jet black hair slicked back on his head hung to his shoulders. But the demons didn’t call him Devil, or Satan, or even Lucifer. They called him…… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“I wish I had your talent, David." "I like that," he said with a small frown. "What? That I think you're talented?" "No. I… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“Will you, Eva? WIll you risk everything to see David? Because that's what you'll be doing" "I'm not risking anything. Theres nothing here I… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“Not for the first time, I found myself wondering if leaving the compound had been the right thing to do. Then, as always, I… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“Be careful. They’re here for you,” he murmured over his shoulder before slipping into the classroom. ~Chay” — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“The visions scared me. And I was scared to tell anyone about them. I didn’t want them to think I was a freak. Maybe… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“He looked like the devil. His skin ruddy, his eyes a glowing yellow. Jet black hair slicked back on his head hung to his… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“And?” I crossed my arms over my chest. I almost tapped my foot waiting for him to answer, but caught myself and held my… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“...There's more than one way to die...A heart can still beat when it's broken." Brooks Concilium Series #1” — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
“The man on TV was balding. What little hair he had was gray--not a nice-looking silver or even white, but a dull, lifeless gray.… — Michelle K. Pickett Copy Share Image
