Crack Open Quote by Laekan Zea Kemp

“People weren't made for this kind of thing, he said, the way I feel about you, how much I feel, no one ever has…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“My mom sensed urgency even though there was none and I thought the charm I’d made was going to disintegrate in her hand.”

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“He wanted to feel her mouth, to taste every sloping curve and smooth indention, every inch of him melting until he was weightless enough…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“This journal will stay hidden among the dusty coverless books lining my bookshelf until the day I need to be reminded of who I…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“brushed the hair from my face and I felt it stiff and sticking to her fingers. “Four weeks,” she said. Four. I sunk against…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“Fear, they had come to realize, not machines, is the most powerful weapon there is.”

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“Liliana stood staring at the posters, filling in the dark silhouettes with worn, grey faces. She imagined her mother, eyes dark and vacant and…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“She smiled, her arm grazing his as one of her fingers hovered over the wet paint. She pressed down, absorbing some of the liquid…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“The word skirted her to a halt. She had never heard anyone describe her as being impulsive. That implied some kind of excitement, a…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“Liliana ran her fingers across the indentions and in the dim light, she felt as if she were trying to read Braille. Some of…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“The tide surged, carving a crescent in the sand. Water collapsed”

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“She’d already scanned every word a hundred times, absorbing every nuance in gradation and every stray mark of her mother’s pen—from the depth of…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“He looked like he’d been carved from himself by jagged tools, an unsteady hand giving him angles where there should have been curves; the…

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“She kissed me and I thought I was going to rip into nothing, the joy carving me into pieces from the inside out.”

— Laekan Zea Kemp

“Diego thought about the night before, about the first breaths of morning chasing them from that old abandoned building, his arms twisted around her…

— Laekan Zea Kemp