“Even as she began to slip into the gloaming of her life, the primal need to live…to survive...clawed at her soul.” — R.W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Even as she began to slip into the gloaming of her life, the primal need to live…to survive...clawed at her soul.” — R.W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“If a soul could drown in its own tears, then hers was already dead.” — R.W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“On days such as this, Death’s long shadow hung like a broken halo over everyone—a sign of things to come.” — R.W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“One celestial quake and the timeline belonging to her had imploded in the heavens like a dying star. It was like falling into oblivion,… — R.W. Patterson Copy Share Image
