B.B. Clifford

“The fortress site sat unattended and unexplored. It was scaring everyone away, and even the wildlife abandoned it. Mother Earth knew of the empty skies where birds used to call, so it longed for the natural rhythms to be restored. But no one looked upon this place and thought of it as anything natural. It was an abhorrence, an eyesore worthy of destruction.”
― BB Clifford, Rainbow Warrior: The Tale of Ares, The Battle-Lustful Son

“Hellish grief and isolation catch you in a prism where you live and die at the same time and in the same space. Hellish grief and isolation catch you so tightly they leave you haunted and tangled like a knot.”
― B.B. Clifford, Tangled Knot: The Tale of Eris of Suburbia

“They wear hoods so I can’t see their faces, but they still terrify me with their slow, deliberate movements. Usually they just stand before me, swaying in unison, but something has made them restless.”
― BB Clifford, Rainbow Warrior: The Tale of Ares, The Battle-Lustful Son

“They say the fortress site is rotten, evil even, and it should be avoided. Just look at how unsightly it is, how wildly the tufts of grass have grown as the ivy wraps around the broken window frames and bricks. Even the trees stoop with a bending back. When it looks bad, they say, it is bad, and that badness could be contagious, so keep away. Unruly and dangerous, like an uprising that needs to be quashed.”
― BB Clifford, Rainbow Warrior: The Tale of Ares, The Battle-Lustful Son