Munroe stared at the sky. Cursed her weakness, her inability to block out what it would mean to knowingly deliver the innocent into the same hell that had birthed her to life. In this moment of decision she condemned to… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“With a boot on his chest, she used her free hand to search for the syringe he surely carried. Found it. Jabbed it into his thigh. Waited with the gun to his head until his eyes shut and his jaw went slack. Punched him just to be sure. The sedative would have been measured to heavily dose Neeva and her… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share
“Welcome to the world of difficult choices. You’re doing a brave thing, Neeva, but it only counts if the ones you love know you’re… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Bradford paused and his expression shadowed. He pulled her back and held her tight. Whispered, “Don’t say it, okay? I know what’s coming and I don’t want to hear it. Not tonight. Tomorrow maybe, but not tonight.” He wasn’t talking about Kate Breeden. They both knew that Munroe could only bear so much pain and loss before coming completely undone.… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share
“Why are you dressed as a man?" Neeva said. "Why do you act like..." She paused. "Why do you act like... like one of them?" Her voice rose, challenging and accusatory. "Them," she said again. "Where women aren't human, aren't people, just things--objects. Them." She jabbed a thumb toward the rear window, where surely one of the Doll Maker's men… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share
“The aloneness. The invisible walls. Always the outsider looking in. Different. Unusual. I despise their world and the superficiality of it all and yet still want to be a part of it. I wonder sometimes how much simpler a life of naïveté and unawareness would be. I have on occasion found people I could trust with who I really am,… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share
“Do not let her hear your language, the source had said, she will use language as a weapon. Keep the area around her free… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Clothing, hair, shoes, accessories: these were props, visual cues, that people used to filter information and make instant assessments out of random connections, to… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“This doll-guy situation is an extreme of what I deal with in everyday life, where men believe that what they want I want, and… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“She felt invisible shackles snaking around her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath and said……” — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
