“Neck twisted backward. Abdomen open, exposing sharp bone and rib. Noodle-like guts pulled laid spread out for the birds or rodents or… — Thomas S. Flowers Guts Pulled Copy Share Image
“Whatever the catalyst, Rebecca could feel a storm approaching. She could sense the thunder of anxiety filling the void with electricity.” — Thomas S. Flowers Feel Storm Copy Share Image
“Weeping, we see them as they are, younglings in grownup battle-uniforms. The blood sacrifice of another lost generation. How many more generations… — Thomas S. Flowers Blood sacrifice Copy Share Image
“His eyes burned with hate and malice and everything vile in the man’s heart. If you could pull back his skin, you’d… — Thomas S. Flowers Burned Copy Share Image
