Chapter-10 Quote by Phillip W. Simpson

“I was covered with blood. It dripped mournfully from my body, with pain and sorrow in every drop.”

— R. O. Barton

“He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found…

— Phillip W. Simpson

“As I stood watching the tears pour down his cheeks, I felt my own start to fall.”

— Katrina Kahler

“Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such…

— Diana Pharaoh Francis

“She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her…

— Anna Campbell

“He stood for a moment, bereavement a sudden, small tear in his soul.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“Oh God, please, I have to, please, just once more; I have to see her again. He marched onwards, his crippled leg dragging behind;…

— Andrew Barrett

“He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

“He wanted to cry out, longed to scream, to howl his misery to the heavens. But he couldn’t even manage a whimper. Tears streamed…

— John Heffernan

“It was as if a floodgate had been let down, and a rush of ecstasy mingled with long forgotten pain washed over his entire…

— L.A. Shaw

“Chaol sank to his knees.”

— Sarah J Maas

“The terrible agony that had been unleashed here seemed to remain coiled in the air, poised, ready to snatch at his sanity. In self-defense,…

— Steven Erikson