“Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“She wanted to freeze the hands of time. Wanted to revisit, revise and rewrite the past…edit out the monsters hell-bent on taking the lives… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Inside, a deep-rooted force raged, buried in her psyche from eons before, percolating with a primordial awakening that had been long forgotten, until now.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone—it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed—reigned in—and tethered,… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share
“He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“You want to show me your wrath? You want to hurt me, so show me. We can take this to the bedroom if you… — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
“Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.” — R. W. Patterson Copy Share Image
