“The Reader flexes a hand that is stiff and still stained with blood. The Reader holds all the power. It is the Reader who breathes life into these words on the page, makes them whole and tangible and frightening in… — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“Emotion. Need. Desire for human contact. And it was killing her because it hurt. It hurt like all hell. And she couldn’t have it.” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“woman. Courage like a mountain lion. All of that is inside you, Tori Burton,” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“It started, as all dialogues do, when a path crosses that of another .” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“Charles Dickens once said that “Home” is simply a name, a word, but it’s a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or… — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“PTSD sucked. It was a dragon that lived inside her own head, shaking loose more and more nightmarish memories, each one prompting another like… — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“Nothing could hold back time or tide, or weather, or what was going to come out of this now . . .” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“The familiarity of home always outweighed the danger. Deadly mistake, that.” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“That you traveled as far away from this place as you possibly could, only to find yourself back, and it’s all concertinaed down to… — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
“You are beautiful. You are strong. You are enough. You don’t need to be anything more. Or less.” — Loreth Anne White Copy Share Image
