“His voice ripped through her, low, soft, and a little husky- like the hushed crackling of an old fashioned record player just before the music starts” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then it only… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“Yesterday,” she began, speaking to his back, hurrying as though there was some element of him that was part hourglass.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“She felt him pull her to him. His voice, acidic and sharp, buzzed in her ear. "Soon...I'll be all that's left.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“You're really a blond," she said, her tone just short of accusatory. "And if you tell anyone, I will come to you in the… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“He smiled like he couldn't help it. She couldn't believe it. He was actally smiling , teeth and all. Had she ever seen him… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“It is naught but pain and regret when we think of the things and people we will never have, the opportunities we may never… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It's just that you're so...unreal...and so I have to touch… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“To Madeline, This subtle second self Sheaf of me Can do more than you ever could. Like you, it can leave And go Somewhere… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“Isobel, this was the only way I knew how to reach you. After tonight it will all go away. I never meant for you… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
