“Riker’s gaze shifted down. To her throat. Then his mouth shifted down. To her throat. Boris’s face flashed in front of her eyes, and panic squeezed her heart in a cold fist. Like she had so many years ago, she… — Larissa Ione Copy Share Image
“Giving the dead a voice, letting their signatures on life be witnessed, is reason enough for my history. The voices of the dead in such a history are hard to hear, and the distinctiveness of their signatures hard to respect.… — Greg Denning Copy Share Image
