Beverlee Kanipe

“She’ll be angry,” Kenny argued. “She’ll be mad at me for not protecting Jake. That’s my job.”
Tough job for someone so young . . .”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal of Faith

“The airport in Sofia was a tiny place; I'd expected a palace of modern communism, but we descended to a modest area of tarmac and strolled across it with the other travelers. Nearly all of them were Bulgarian,
I decided, trying to catch something of their conversations. They were
handsome people, some of them strikingly so, and their faces varied
from the dark-eyed pale Slav to a Middle-Eastern bronze, a kaleidoscope
of rich hues and shaggy black eyebrows, noses long and flaring, or
aquiline, or deeply hooked, young women with curly black hair and noble
foreheads, and energetic old men with few teeth. They smiled or laughed and talked eagerly with one another; one tall man gesticulated to his companion with a folded newspaper. Their clothes were distinctly not Western, although I would have been hard put to say what it was about the cuts of suits and skirts, the heavy shoes and dark hats, that was unfamiliar to me.”
― Elizabeth Kostova, The Historian

“A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.”
― William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale

“People in Washington love to use the word ‘systemic.’ You know, ‘We’re going to attack the ‘systemic’ causes’ of this or that.’ That’s supposed to convince us they’re thinking many layers more deeply than us. But where it counts, they strike out.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel