“They had to work at it, but they found their common ground. Ultimately, though, their differences returned, and she wondered how deeply they ran. How could she continue to overlook them, when they loomed so large? Jessica” — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“Typing on a screen isn’t the same as talking face-to-face,” Gramma Bea said, prying Fana’s worries wide open. “Life is something you touch. Typing… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“How ironic it was that mortals, who had the least time of all, were willing to waste so much of it away from the… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
Braxton Cosby's stories feel personal and well thought-out. I'm happy to welcome this entertaining writer to the YA science fiction field. I look forward… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“How else, except through being alone for a while, could you ever discover who you really are? But” — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“If we’re not careful, the time may come when we can’t help anyone—and I mean soon. My skin crawls when I think about how… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“My mother used to say to me that she collected sorrows and put them in her pocket. Walking around with them that way, by… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“a remark Khaldun had made once, when Dawit returned from the battlefield against the Italians: What do you gain from it, Dawit? Must a… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. ( — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“Is that your lesson?” she asked him. “I’m sorry to hear that, because you always said just the opposite. Love what you have while… — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
“We only waste energy to have horrible fights with the people we love the most.” — Tananarive Due Copy Share Image
