“People were always reaching for what they didn’t have—fame or wealth, youth or love, some final victory or vengeance. They chased after the prizes that would sum up their lives, seeking to complete themselves. It was so easy to get… — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“Rush hour was under way; her car became one more pair of headlights in a glittering daisy chain of commuters.” — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“People were always reaching for what they didn’t have—fame or wealth, youth or love, some final victory or vengeance. They chased after the prizes… — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“I wonder why things always seem most real to us when we lose them, he said softly.” — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“You’re like the figures you display in your shop. A beautiful thing, shiny in sunlight, but at the core—poured metal, cold stone.” — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“Somewhere a cicada conversed irritably with the night, then fell silent.” — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
“Early in life, stalkers learned how to hate, but unlike common criminals, they learned self-restraint also. They held their hatred in check. Few of… — Michael Prescott Copy Share Image
