“When my first wife died long ago, in Ethiopia, I thought I knew grief. But until you have witnessed the death of a loved one to another man’s violence, you know nothing of grief.” — 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
