Warren Mayben

“New York. Anton Meyer’s wife had just gone to New Jersey to stay with her sister for a couple of days. For the first time in a while, his day hadn’t ended in an argument and he’d been able to enjoy a good night’s sleep. It was 10 in the morning and Meyer had already dealt efficiently with most of the files on his desk. He had taken a moment to congratulate himself on this when Maurice Kramer appeared at his door. “Daydreaming again, Meyer?” Kramer’s beady eyes glared meanly at him.”
― Mark Ellis, The French Spy

“Nine roses around the lion…God in heaven that’s the Tumbaar coat-of-arms.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.”
― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

“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