Book Excerpt Quotes

“The unkempt clapboard residence sported a copious amount of bare wood. Years of rain mixed with rust from metal window screens had stained the cladding at the corner of each opening, creating an illusion that the house was weeping bloody tears. Dead cottonwood trees looked on like silent mourners.”
― Kimber Silver, Bullets in the Briar

“Lincoln prowled the nearly empty streets as a sinking sun left touches of gold along the edges of feathery clouds that floated aimlessly in a late-summer sky.”
― Kimber Silver, Bullets in the Briar

“Light from an almost full moon bathed the flat expanse of land in a milky glow. A scraggly coyote trotted into sight, and when it stopped a few yards in front of his pickup, Lincoln wrapped his arms around the steering wheel to study the animal.
Seconds after hearing the report, bullets pinged off his pickup.”
― Kimber Silver, Bullets in the Briar

“Anyway… if you fly into Guatemala City, there’s a bus that can take us outside of town. It stops really close to the hills we need to cross in order to reach that little village I told you about. You remember? The one where those skinny kids eat beetles as big as—”

“—my feet. Yes, I remember.”

“Good. From there it’s just a simple hike through the rainforest to get to the temple.”

“Just a simple hike,” Daniel repeats. He deepens a serious frown.

“Well, maybe not simple. I guess the climate’s hot and you might need a machete to cut through some thicker vegetation. I’ll be looking out for snakes and stuff, though.”

Again, he grimly repeats my words. “Snakes and stuff. You mean stuff like jaguars and crocodiles and lizards and giant spiders and—”

“You don’t have to go.”

Daniel doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I do.” He rises from the ground immediately. “Come on, I need to get home.”

I don’t argue with him or try to weaken his resolve because the very thought of entering that temple alone scares the bejeebers out of me. I’m seriously terrified of what might be lurking in the deepest, darkest rooms.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Phantom's Veil: A Search for Spells

“The horizon turns red, and I envision innocent blood smeared across my eyes. A black, starless night becomes a tomb under which I mourn bitterly.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Phantom's Veil: A Search for Spells

“This week I’ve been reflecting on a passage from my novel, The Time In Between:
‘Dreams don’t carry over calendars. They don’t leave behind the scent of sandalwood or the sound of applause echoing in the back of your mind. They don’t make you wake up wondering if you’ve left a version of yourself behind in another life.’

Have you ever had a dream that felt too real — like it belonged to another version of you? I’d love to hear your thoughts.”
― Val Chromos, The Time In Between