Aubrey Englade

“Doll bends over, checking a barrel; she got hips on her under that skirt, sturdy, bovine, though she’d kill him if he said as much. His cheek yearns for her lap, for her stroking hands, for her fantastically common reek of beer and ham and Parma Violets.”
― Lesley Glaister, Blasted Things

“Leaving my father behind—with all of his baggage—was like giving up an old teddy bear. You know it’s just an object, incapable of comforting you with its tattered fur and missing button eye, but it’s something you cling to, even though you know it can’t give anything back.”
― Samantha Hart, Blind Pony: As True A Story As I Can Tell

“At the moment, sitting in his idling car under a rustling sycamore on a cool evening in front of Hope’s apartment seems not only perfectly normal, but a good idea. He hasn’t sat outside of a girl’s house since he was what? Fifteen? Except that he wasn’t married then.”
― Joan Gelfand, Extreme

“The terror of being what he was. He knew. Did he need her to meet him in that darkness? Was he scared she'd break? Or did he want to crush her? She fought with all she was to meet him there. She gripped his neck tight as the insanity tore out of him, angry, furious roars. And as terrifying as it was, she couldn’t deny the heady feeling coursing through her. To be the cause of something this powerful and dangerous filled her with immeasurable worth.”
― Lucian Bane, Reginald Bones 2