Quote by Winston Graham

“and a cut along one arm where she’d scraped it on a piece of sharp plaster. But otherwise ok. She smiled grimly. “I’m free,”…

— Rayven T. Hill

“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the…

— Emma Törzs

“Slowly, painfully, I let go. It was like prying my own fingers off the edge of the cliff. And that hurt too-particularly the falling…

— Robin McKinley

“He was dead. I was fixated on the horrid bite wound on my left forearm. For a long time I watched, hypnotized, as the…

— Bobby Adair

“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her…

— Shana Abé

“They were a sorry-looking bunch. Their clothes were in tatters. Their flesh was ripped. They were filthy beyond filth. For once, they looked like…

— Maggie LaCroix

“But what was truly upsetting was the way he separated my hands from his body. They wept silently. Either that or I was sweating.…

— Kylie Scott

“It wouldn't have mattered if they were scratches or not," he says, his voice like liquid. "I was bitten during the escape from the…

— Carrie Ryan

“and when I took my fingers down, there was the stain of the tears, tinged with mortal blood. And already there was begun in…

— Anne Rice

“I felt, by turns, numb, hot with a monstrous embarrassment, and sick as though I'd eaten splinters of glass and was slowly shredding inside.”

— Vanora Bennett

“Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers.”

— Diana Gabaldon

“Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So…

— J.M. Richards