Lamonica Calamari

“The warmth grew uncomfortable. She gripped the tree trunk tighter and prayed, “Christ, my God, set my heart on fire with love of you. That in its flame, I may love you with all my heart, all my mind, all my soul, and all my strength, and my neighbor as myself. So that by keeping your commandments, I may glorify you, the giver of every good and perfect gift. Amen.” Set my heart on fire. It was almost funny, given what was about to happen.”
― John Patrick Kennedy, Princess Dracula

“Dean's eyes were studying me. "You have a way with words. What kind of writing do you want to do?"
"Articles for Dad's paper, to start."
"What do you want to write about?"
I paused, suddenly uncertain about how much to share. Dean's eyes were reassuring.
"When I know more, I'd like to write about deeper things.”
― Catherine Marshall, Julie

“Endings are what give stories meaning. I don’t know if I believe that. I think the whole story has meaning but I also think to have a whole story-shaped story it needs some sort of resolution. Not even a resolution, some appropriate place to leave it. A goodbye. I think the best stories feel like they’re still going, somewhere, out in story space.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

“Jerado heard a splash followed by the roar of an explosion. Bits of equipment, glass and wood splattered against the back of the chair. A large chunk of table whizzed past his head and smashed into the cave’s wall.
Ears ringing, Jerado sighed and waited for what he knew would happen next.
“M . . . master?”
“Yes, Remy?”
“C. . . Can you sew my hand back on my wrist?”
“Remy, Remy, Remy. You know how I hate doing mundane chores.”
“B . . . but I can’t clean up the mess with only one hand.”
“That is true. All right, fetch a needle and thread and I’ll repair your hand.”
“A . . . And I need a new tunic. This one is in tatter”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared