Death Quote by Michael J. Sullivan

As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. “There,” Hadrian told Royce, “we’ve got Maribor on our…

— Michael J. Sullivan

“The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less…

— Michael J. Sullivan

“Oh my,' Myron said to Hadrian as he twisted to get a better view. 'I don't even think of horses when I look at…

— Michael J. Sullivan

“Royce saw to his horse’s needs; then, finding a suitable place, he unrolled his blanket and lay down. “I take it we’re camping here,…

— Michael J. Sullivan

“I stopped myself from reaching up to touch the raven feather I’d tied into my hair before leaving my cell. The thing had become…

— Lesley Livingston

“Fame—fame was the anti-death. But it seemed to slither from his grasp, seemed to giggle and retreat, seemed to hide behind a huge oak…

— Keith Gessen

“That the sun still rose the next morning was incredibly unjust. Someone good had died. People still woke up, had breakfast, went to work,…

— Jay Bell

“She knew no horse of Tom’s could catch him. Like his sire, he ran like the wind.”

— Catherine Anderson

“A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful…

— Charles Dickens

“Rupert Clockenwall seemed to have been too bland a soul to come back from the grave on a haunt.”

— Dean Koontz

“At night she began cooking things in the kitchen, things too strange to mention. She steeped oleander in boiling water, and the roots of…

— Janet Fitch

“As Tom wandered back to Mrs Mewett’s, he thought about the little relics at the lighthouse – Docherty’s knitting, his wife’s jar of humbugs…

— M.L. Stedman