“How many fucking people do you think I’ve watched die?” His silver eyes flashed crimson. “Over and over. That’s what you do.… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I watched him, and I watched him die, and it was so painful for me, because I really loved Freddie Mercury, the… — Dave Mustaine Copy Share Image
“I think she's going to say something about Him. Most likely because of the nightmare, which lingers sticky on my skin like… — Riley Sager Copy Share Image
“My breath is halted, like grasping for air after crying far too long and hard. It is like a hiccup, with a… — Joseph McGinnis Copy Share Image
I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
