Angella Graff > Quotes

“The Bible was penned by men. The Epistles of Paul were penned by that evangelist salesman and his students, desperate to bring mystery and excitement into a quiet philosophy, turning it into a religion promising the secret of an afterlife, answers to questions that previously no one could answer. Always remember, words written by men have an agenda. Sometimes their agenda is for the better, but it's usually for the self, and that almost always leads down a dangerous path.”

~Character Mark from The Awakening, book one of The Judas Curse series.”
― Angella Graff

“was nervous, and when he was nervous, he had a terrible habit of rambling. ”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“feel the tumor pressing, stretching through the soft tissue of his brain.”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“Unfortunately, due to having had his skull cracked open, Ben wasn't in any shape to be thrown around and hugged at all.  Abby told the nurse she was heading back to her apartment and would be back in a few hours when Ben was up for visitors.”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“Francisco was raining, as usual, and foggy, but the temperature was tolerable.  He was looking forward to having a day off, even if it was for some insane road trip to see”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“Oh mother,” he whispered in a tongue no passerby would recognize, a language dead and gone, along with so many that he loved.  “Oh mother, would you look at me now?”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“I am not a form, I am a consciousness.  We all are.  What’s outside doesn’t define us.”
― Angella Graff, The Empty Vessel

“think”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“grimaced.  “Awful little things, aren’t they?” Abby laughed.  “Sometimes.  Anyway, I thought I’d come by later to pick up the exams for grading, and maybe we can get coffee?” “Let me think on that,”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“The city was cold. Rain poured down in huge droves,”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“on the polished floor of the entrance was a long trail of blood, smearing down into the main chapel and leading to a man who was slumped beside the back pew.  He was dressed in ragged jeans that looked as though they hadn't been washed in ten years.  He wore a filthy army green colored coat, and his long, pitch black curly hair was matted and stiff.”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening

“church were maddeningly tall, but he made every single step with”
― Angella Graff, The Awakening