Ike Sampayan

“After that, nothing was the same. The very notion of my having a family turned vague, hard to credit, even weirdly jokey.”
― Michael Wyndham Thomas, The Erkeley Shadows

“Charley threw Cindy on the bed and pulled a switchblade knife. He pressed the release button and a five-inch blade flipped open. “One word to anybody and your ugly dog gets his throat cut!”
― Shafter Bailey, Cindy Divine: The Little Girl Who Frightened Kings

“As his rendition quietened, he recalled her words from a time in their earliest meetings. How music gave her life. Gave her reason. Gave her purpose. How in her solitary state, the sounds that she’d summoned, were a company of sanity. A body of a million notes, written and played by her and for her. It was her air. Just as she was his. Her presence, his music.”
― Rohith S. Katbamna, Gulab

“It has returned to us. Then the end has begun…”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions