“Sleeping was a challenge, awkward because of the wrap I wore around my head. That was why I didn’t appreciate Taro’s startled shout early the next morning. “Who died?” I asked in a thick voice. “Your hair!” he practically shrieked.… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
You are trying to lure us into revealing information you're not entitled to? With chocolate and wine? Are you amateurs? — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“It's like people are going crazy. Again." "Or still," Taro suggested. "Still?" He shrugged. "It's not like they were sane while we were gone and only got crazy after we came back." Now, there was an idea. Maybe we had brought the craziness with us. "I think I like that idea better than the possibility that they're just getting progressively… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share
“Stacin wiggled down from his mother’s side on the settee, making her grimace as he obviously hit some tender spots. “Don’t leave the room,… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“So we waited. I felt useless. I felt like I was in the way. I wished I had some nervous habits so I could… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“Maybe we shouldn’t live here,” I found myself saying. “Don’t start that again. We’ve been posted here.” “No, I mean maybe we shouldn’t live… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“How can a school prepare you for murderers and mad-men?' Taro asked. 'Friends who would betray you to your death. People in authority who… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“Lord Shintaro Karish, Stallion of the Triple S, handsome and engaging and full of life. Aggrivatingly handome. Annoylingly engaging. Exhaustingly full of life.” — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“Hard to see the evil of a system that's treated you well all your life. Harder still to stand up to it, once you… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
“The candle brings light. Light shows truth. Truth brings knowledge. Knowledge crafts balance. Balance brings peace. Peace crafts clarity. Clarity is light. The candle… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
Taro came into the room, strands of hair flying free of the tie at the back of his skull, sweat plastering his cream-colored shirt… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
There was alliteration happening all over the place in that sentence. — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
You get irritated when I say I'm not angry and you get irritated when I say I am angry. I can't win." "Because you… — Moira J. Moore Copy Share Image
