“It was a tribute to Raphael that lesser artists wanted to copy his work, but this… this was a travesty. The fresco consisted of Galatea’s apotheosis, wherein she is surrounded by mythical creatures. A beautiful scene, with all the potential… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“Praying to the Almighty, Javert?” called a voice, and Javert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Javert tipped his… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“She parted her lips as though she were going to scold him, but, after a moment of sitting with her mouth agape like a… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“When some women felt fear, they covered it with an iron grate of courage, I thought. Men might be dangerous, but they were very… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“Thus, in the boy’s mind, drink and destruction braided together. Intoxication, he concluded, was a swift and effective catalyst for havoc.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“The ground had opened up and spit out hell, Nell thought, and the detritus was Shiloh.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“Sometimes a revolution turns into an actual government, or at the very least an actual way of life that contrasts with days past like… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“Fire on the cavalry!” cried an officer from behind them. Javert raised his musket and glared with one open eye at the approaching horde.… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“There was no justice in rebellion. This Javert had come to believe after seeing Marseille fall headfirst into the abyss of the revolution.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“She was an afterthought, little Martha. She was treated the way many families treated pet dogs - she had to be fed and cleaned… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“Sometimes the smoke from the factories and riverboats and trains would obscure the night sky entirely. But the town's industrial breath was blowing somewhere… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“I was scarcely the first, nor the only current, girl of impressive derivation to be unceremoniously thrust through the iron gate at the entrance… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
