Persianality Quotes

“I dread dinner with Father. I dread his suffocating shroud of silence. I dread his end-of-day rituals. Most of all, I detest what comes last: his lock-up-for-the-night clatter. These sounds rasp my already fragile nerves. Click, clang, grind, zing, clap, schlik: horrid sounds.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Persianality

“We girls face risky propositions. Probably because Father doesn't frighten the village blackguards. They probably sense he came undone after Mother's death, when we needed him most.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Persianality

“Bosco's hand stabs forward, flicking his mostly-finished cigarette. It twirls through the air like a Molotov cocktail, barely missing me, but after striking the tin-clad door, sparks explode in all directions.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Persianality

“The next day, the cycle starts again. We’re set out like decorative plates in this cavernous architecture, and such a craggy dining hall it is. Not exactly a Claude Monet cottage, more of a Medieval bastion—a vestige of Roman conquests. It still moans with the rickety sounds of age. I can almost hear the grumblings of ancient inhabitants.”
― Michael Benzehabe

“Bosco stares into the distance, like I am no longer worthy of his attention. He had always seemed so well behaved on the race track--like a real gentleman. I must confess, I thought he was better than this.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Persianality