“The feelings and the memories and the perceptions in me are my own, they are terrible and secret and if I can turn them out, if I can display them on canvas… or even on my skin if I must…”… — Kendra L. Saunders Copy Share Image
“None of us have a real name, Leonidas, just names we like and names people give us.” — Kendra L. Saunders Copy Share Image
“because no one ever wanted to admit to being in love. Love was too confusing and traitorous to the self. Too dangerous.” — Kendra L. Saunders Copy Share Image
“The feelings and the memories and the perceptions in me are my own, they are terrible and secret and if I can turn them… — Kendra L. Saunders Copy Share Image
“There’d been blood in his eyes and Johnny was dying, but it was the most beautiful and frozen dawn Elisha had ever seen. He’d… — Kendra L. Saunders Copy Share Image
