“Hell was his dead niece whose disappearance had shattered everything he had taken for granted: trust, love, friendship, family bonds.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Revenge has a strange taste, not sweet, nor nasty, just unpalatable, like prison food.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Revealing secrets gave them life. They mutated and were transformed once they belonged to someone else” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Perception makes a lot of noise and the truth can get lost in the hubbub.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“A teenager going out at night without her phone was akin to a snail leaving the shelter of its protective shell.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“He had always imagined madness as a flailing hysteria, subdued only by restraint or drugs. Not this dulled indifference that slowed his footsteps and… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“The graffiti on display was a microcosm of the world outside. Undying vows of love, initials entwined. Hatreds twisted into tight, hard angles. Flourishes… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“Hell was his dead niece whose disappearance had shattered everything he had taken for granted: trust, love, friendship, family bonds.” — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
“When does an idea become a plan, he wondered; a plan turn to action and gain an irreversible thrust? Like a snake, he was… — Laura Elliot Copy Share Image
