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“Everything about my mother was a source of prepubescent agony. On the low end of the Mortification Scale there was her name: Floncey.”

— Jerry Stahl

“She was much too thin. She was serene, like someone accustomed to sickness, someone who layed back to back with it in bed.”

— Helen Oyeyemi

“For a moment she felt utterly dislocated. She did not know where she was; she was not entirely sure who she was. It is…

— Neil Gaiman

“The moment her feet touched the floor, a chill ran up her spine. She was standing on her sweatshirt, which lay next to her…

— Scott Westerfeld

“So the bed that had been the arena of their passion became the support of her illness.”

— John Williams

“Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death, they died…

— Rebecca Wells

“He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich…

— Anna Campbell

“Her unexpected outburst rocked Flaminius to his core. Suddenly, she didn't seem so angelic. Her face twisted with rage; veins in her neck throbbed…

— Therisa Peimer

“Yet here she sat on the sofa, working rather than dealing with the subject that seemed to fill the small flat, pressing against the…

— Robert Galbraith

“She was learning that if she pretended to be weak and frightened, and dabbed at her eyes with a lacy handkerchief, she could turn…

— Philip Pullman

“She was spared the slow, steady droplets of blood that began to spatter the beds, drip, drip, drip, painting the white sheets in shocked…

— Chris Wooding