Merrie Destefano storms the world of urban fantasy with AFTERLIFE, breathing new life into the vast genre of the undead. Gritty, poignant, in the tradition of Bladerunner, with the nostalgia of New Orleans. With crisp and beautiful prose, AFTERLIFE blurs… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“I slept in the grip of that love, comforted, thinking I should forget my longing within it, knowing that all was somehow well...In the morning when I stirred, I knew...I knew I lay here in my own flesh, but not… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Sometime before sleep it occurred to me that the true nature of being without might mean never knowing what one lacked.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“You are necessary to that end, and to me...you are all I have of the garden. You are the image of me and of… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours. — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“I have always contended that girls are the sturdier of the genders and wondered in secret if the One that Is might not best… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Go away. Go live out your gnat's existence." "But we're not done!" Her eyes lolled back to me. "Yes, we are." "But--I don't know… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Suffice it to say, we were horrified by the entire concept of dying, even if we weren't the ones with the death sentence.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“So as I said, the world was mutating," she said, prick, prick, pricking at the cloth, looking up at me once to make sure,… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Trust me, at the time nine hundred years seemed frighteningly short - it still does. I really don't know how you cope with your… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. "He sat back, called it good, and rested." I waited. She waited. I raised my brows. "And?" Her mouth curved into a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
