“James had taken his own life, but the need to do so was not something easily explained. He had the life he… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Joshua had always been able to get away with things—things for which he should never have been forgiven. He was a lot… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Was James bipolar?” The tears returned, and I watched her battle them. “We don’t use that word in our family.” I stared… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The past had already been dealt with, to one end or another, it was certain, fixed, the horror of it was already… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“In life, when you have a partner–someone you can rely on and trust with everything that you are–there isn’t anything you can’t… — Christina L. Barr Copy Share Image
“I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor,… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“A shade flickered to my left, an eerie shadow balanced even more precariously on the railing than I. Her plimsolls struggled to… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I found serenity in the towers, especially the highest, even in the midst of winter. The crows also enjoyed the lofts, and… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“In the distance, steel-blue mountains loomed heavy on the horizon, their shoulders burdened with the same accursed snow the gods were currently… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“I liked to count my blessings in a world where they were so few, and he was one of mine.” — Christina L. Barr Copy Share Image
“I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Every minute I decide not to kill you is a minute your life is saved. You owe me everything.” — Christina L. Barr Copy Share Image
“he night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Here is a paper crease, folded severely by a determined hand. It is the crossroad that I’ve been told to keep an… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Hate was the blazing beauty that consumed the world in its flames. Love could never consume anything but the heart of a… — Christina L. Barr Copy Share Image
“I live here, yet I am not seen. The world pulses with bloodshed, that sends shivers down my spine. Try, I do,… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.” — Jennifer Silverwood Copy Share Image
“Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“Are you single?” inquired − rather bluntly − the email titled “Career Opportunity.” — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
“The reflection was that of a putrefying corpse. By some trick of the light, her face seemed sallow and slipping, the patches… — Hazel Butler Copy Share Image
