“When she spoke, the words were rote, taught to her by her captors, dead and empty, and forced. But her voice was… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Please ” I whispered. “Please come back.” There was no one there to hear me.” — Eilis O'Neal Copy Share Image
“Watch for when he goes,” she whispered. “Then come over to my bedroom. I’ll be waiting, darling. Run!” — Gil Brewer Copy Share Image
