Lonnie Talbott

“Try to imprint what I know on my soul, a thing that has no surface, no sides, no pages, no form of any kind.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“The fire on the mountain.” That was Anna. “Alchemy,” she said. “I feel it singing in my bones.”
“Singing?” Mary would never understand Anna. The young woman turned away.
Wiseman’s reply was tinged with respect.
“That great pair of alchemists, Francis Ransome and Roberta Le More, believed the work they did affected the world’s spirit, the anima mundi. The Native Americans they met believed they too could and should interact with the Great Spirit. They lived with reverence for the land and all its peoples, the ancestors, the animals, the rocks, the trees, mountains.” 
Mary’s jaw dropped; Caroline glowed; Anna pretended not to listen. Wiseman nodded, then continued.
“You mean…?” began Mary.
“Yes, it could have been so different, a meeting of like-minded earth-based spiritualities. Just imagine, what could have been?”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“I understand more that pain is evidence to our awakening to truth and also a measure of closeness to truth.”
― Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black

“Think about it this way—if we die together, you won’t have to mourn me.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough