“She remembers blood. A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything.… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“He came through the door howling, an axe arched high over his head. His eyes danced in madness, stuck fast on the two of… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Tonight his father had caught up, carrying all the horrors of hell with him. His mother could no longer protect him—hide him—and now his… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“She remembers blood. A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“A figure held his daughter in the rocker. In the dim light he couldn’t make out the features, but the sight of anyone he… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Rushing out the door on his way back to the street, he ran into someone with his shoulder. Turning to apologize to them, he… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Katja kneeled in the Parisian streets, shaking and weak from the pain in her head and heart. It had come a second ago—a vague… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“There she was, up on that bed pushing and pushing just as they’d practiced. She was dilated and the tension had been building to… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Billy sipped the last of his coffee from the mug and shut down his laptop. 1,000 words wasn’t great but it also wasn’t as… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Raven had been shunned and abandoned throughout his life. Friends often came and went without a word or worse, they toyed with his emotions… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
