“It screamed downward, splitting air and sky without effort. A target expanded in size, brought into focus by time and velocity. There was a moment before impact that was the last instant of things as they were. Then the visible… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
If this city is to die, it won't be because of the men on the hills, it will be because of the people in the valley. When they're content to live with death, to become what the men on the… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
Because civilization isn't a thing that you build and then there it is, you have it forever. It needs to be built constantly, recreated… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
A weapon does not decide whether or not to kill. A weapon is a manifestation of a decision that has already been made. — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
She felt an enveloping happiness to be alive, a joy made stronger by the certainty that someday it would all come to an end.… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
Most argument, and in fact most conflict, has nothing to do with the present. It's always about the past or the future. People can't… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
“The men on the hills told her that she hated them, and they did everything they could to make it true. She did not… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
“The opportunity to die was everywhere, and it just wasn't surprising when that opportunity became an event.” — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
“He knows the sniper will fire again, but he isn't afraid. At this moment fear doesn't exist. There's no such thing as bravery. There… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
“Arrow let the slow pulse of the vibrating strings flood into her. She felt the lament raise a lump in her throat, fought back… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
“It screamed downward, splitting air and sky without effort. A target expanded in size, brought into focus by time and velocity. There was a… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
It's a rare gift to understand that your life is wondrous, and that it won't last forever. — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
The fingers on his flesh told him he was loved, that he had always been loved, and that the world was a place where… — Steven Galloway Copy Share Image
