“Youth is as easily wasted as a fine wine consumed by a drunken man. There is no poetry in aging, and Javert lived out the process in its most hideous iteration.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“Praying to the Almighty, Javert?” called a voice, and Javert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Javert tipped his head and said to the others, "If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you think? But, no, Leclerc. I find no solace in speaking with an imaginary puppeteer.” Rousseau, who… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“She parted her lips as though she were going to scold him, but, after a moment of sitting with her mouth agape like a… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“When some women felt fear, they covered it with an iron grate of courage, I thought. Men might be dangerous, but they were very often unperceptive. If fear only rumbled through a woman’s soul and glittered through her eyes, then perhaps the man she feared would not be aware it was there at all. He might even think that she… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share
“Thus, in the boy’s mind, drink and destruction braided together. Intoxication, he concluded, was a swift and effective catalyst for havoc.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“The ground had opened up and spit out hell, Nell thought, and the detritus was Shiloh.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“Sometimes a revolution turns into an actual government, or at the very least an actual way of life that contrasts with days past like… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“Fire on the cavalry!” cried an officer from behind them. Javert raised his musket and glared with one open eye at the approaching horde.… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“There was no justice in rebellion. This Javert had come to believe after seeing Marseille fall headfirst into the abyss of the revolution.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“It wasn’t that Nell was weak. It was that the world was dangerous.” — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
“She was an afterthought, little Martha. She was treated the way many families treated pet dogs - she had to be fed and cleaned… — Kelsey Brickl Copy Share Image
