The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ “The Mirror
Don’t you think it’s sad some people are only remembered by the graffiti about them on the bathroom stalls?
I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.
People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.
If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.
There, in the corner under the window-the window through which he thought he saw movement before-was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ “The Mirror
She was born of space.
But she bled wrath.
[From Current Work In Progress]
Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,
always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Uri stood staring at him, casually looking Gabe’s body up and down before saying with a sly grin, “Well hello to you too, sexy. Does your wife know about this?” Uri then motioned with a dainty fingertip to Gabe’s ensemble.
Looking down, Gabe quickly realised the robe he had grabbed to cover himself with belonged to Rachel, and much to his dismay, was far too sheer for comfort at the moment. Slipping a well laid hand into place, Gabe huffed and looked at his friend in aggravation, secretly trying not to laugh.
Burlic screamed. He threw back his head and roared a single furious word into the night: “Waeccan.