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  • #1
    Rebecca Harlem
    “I realized that if you avoid the sin, you will also avoid the fun.”
    Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

  • #2
    Mike  Martin
    “He mixed his sacred medicines and smudged. Afterward, he sat there for a moment to allow the smoke to come into his body and spirit. This one act connected him, even if briefly, to himself and to what he believed was the spirit world. In that space he offered thanks to those who had come before him and asked for help in this world, not just for himself but for anyone who might be struggling this morning.”
    Mike Martin, Too Close For Comfort

  • #3
    Adam Scott Huerta
    “Stepfather?" "It means he fucks your mum and isn't really your dad.”
    Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black

  • #4
    Raz Mihal
    “Life is a meditation where divine love awakens our hearts or is dormant, waiting to be acknowledged.”
    Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

  • #5
    Susan  Rowland
    “Jamie’s eyes gleamed. “God forgive me, I want there to be a murderer after the Falconer family so we in the College feel less to blame.”
    Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

  • #6
    Max Nowaz
    “You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #7
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine
    “This sounds admirable! I do so much admire what you are doing. Using this wonderful old house.”
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

  • #8
    Alan    Bradley
    “Before I started killing people, I like to think I was a fairly normal kid.”
    Alan Bradley

  • #9
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #10
    Katherine Dunn
    “The truth is always an insult or a joke, lies are generally tastier. We love them. The nature of lies is to please. Truth has no concern for anyone's comfort”
    Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

  • #11
    Evelyn Waugh
    “There will be a prize of half a crown for the longest essay, irrespective of any possible merit.”
    Evelyn Waugh, Decline and Fall

  • #12
    John Steinbeck
    “If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.”
    John Steinbeck

  • #13
    Greg Mortenson
    “By afternoon, a dense crowd had gathered around the Bedford as word spread that an enormous infidel in brown pajamas was loading a truck full of supplies for Muslim schoolchildren. ...Mortenson's size-fourteen feet drew a steady stream of bouncing eyebrows and bawdy jokes from onlookers. Spectators shouted guesses at Mortenson's nationality as he worked. Bosnia and Chechnya were deemd the most likely source of this large mangy-looking man. When Mortenson, with his rapidly improving Urdu, interrupted the speculation to tell them he was American, the crowd looked at his sweat-soaked and dirt-grimed shalwar, at his smudged and oily skin, and several men told him they didn't think so.”
    Greg Mortenson, Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace ... One School at a Time

  • #14
    Richard Bach
    “True love stories never have endings.”
    Richard Bach



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