“There’s no such thing as truth, that’s what I learned,” she said. “Only opinions people want you to believe as truth.” — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“With a boot on his chest, she used her free hand to search for the syringe he surely carried. Found it. Jabbed it into… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Welcome to the world of difficult choices. You’re doing a brave thing, Neeva, but it only counts if the ones you love know you’re… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Bradford paused and his expression shadowed. He pulled her back and held her tight. Whispered, “Don’t say it, okay? I know what’s coming and… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Why are you dressed as a man?" Neeva said. "Why do you act like..." She paused. "Why do you act like... like one of… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“The aloneness. The invisible walls. Always the outsider looking in. Different. Unusual. I despise their world and the superficiality of it all and yet… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Do not let her hear your language, the source had said, she will use language as a weapon. Keep the area around her free… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Clothing, hair, shoes, accessories: these were props, visual cues, that people used to filter information and make instant assessments out of random connections, to… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“This doll-guy situation is an extreme of what I deal with in everyday life, where men believe that what they want I want, and… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“She felt invisible shackles snaking around her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath and said……” — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“... people were inevitably superficial and reacted differently to poison when it was aesthetically pleasing.” — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“This was home: running along a razor's edge of self-induced terror, calculating mortality against probability. Assignments were the reprieve. When she was abroad, although… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Hope. The activity of the impotent. His was a world of action, of relying on his own wits and ability to create the luck… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
