J.C. Dark

“I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not return one to stone. -- Oscar Wilde, letter to Louis Wilkinson (December 28, 1898) in the beginning of the book”
― Julia Whelan, My Oxford Year

“When you feel more than you can say, when words fail you, when syntax and grammar and well-constructed expressions are choked from your mind and all that's left is raw feeling, a few broken words come forth. I'd like to believe those words, when everything's stripped away, might be the key to it all. The meaning of life. I'd like to think it's possible to remain so devoted to someone's memory that fifty-nine years later, when all the noise of life is muted, the lats gasp passing over your lips is that person's name.”
― Julia Whelan, My Oxford Year

“Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.”
― Nikita Gill, Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters

“I think we might have to add them to our harem,” Chad said. “I wasn’t planning on bringing any more dicks into the mix, but with the angel dude in the picture, we don’t stand a chance, and that grumpy one probably wants her too.”
― J.C. Dark, Fated for Flames