“Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“She wanted to freeze the hands of time. Wanted to revisit, revise and rewrite the past…edit out the monsters hell-bent on taking the lives… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Inside, a deep-rooted force raged, buried in her psyche from eons before, percolating with a primordial awakening that had been long forgotten, until now.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“You want to show me your wrath? You want to hurt me, so show me. We can take this to the bedroom if you… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
