“I was a young girl growing up in a world run by old men. I'd pick and choose my battles wisely.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“My notebook was filled with images of things a lady had no business being fascinated by, yet I couldn't control my curiosity.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Society at large is staggeringly obtuse. If one simply looks to others for their opinions, they lose the ability to think critically for themselves.… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Paint speckled her skin like a colourful constellation of freckles.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them.… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“There’s something powerful in that kind of love, something that deserves to be kindled and tended to, even when its embers are flickering dangerously… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Touch her'- his voice was laced with malice, even as it faded to a mere whisper- 'and I'll annihilate you all.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“It’d be even better if murderers, psychopaths, and villains simply held a sign up for inquiring minds to spot easily.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Their minds were crying out to be set free, but they refused to unbind them.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“What must it be like, knowing you raised the devil? It probably felt the same as knowing you sat by a monster day in… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.” — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
“He’ll take one look at us and run in the other direction. Lest the lame-legged boy chase him with his walking stick.” “It is… — Kerri Maniscalco Copy Share Image
