“Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“They . . . had been slugging it out like Rihanna and Chris Brown on repeat . . .” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but I can smell 'em.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He'd done his walls with paint from Holy Basil. God, I yearned for their colors. I hadn't been able to afford them… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“People don't tend to employ me. I'm the wrong personality type. Or rather, people do tend to employ me for a short… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“She was exposed now. It wasn't the undressing that made her naked. It had been the tears.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Someone had planned a torture party that would end in the guest of honor becoming a human barbecue. They had everything but… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“When they arrived at Parva Magna, everyone agreed that it was quite a good thing that the newly married couple had managed… — Lauren Willig Copy Share Image
