Victoria Gilbert

“Passive-aggressiveness had slithered into his bloodstream, infecting him like a disease.”
― Ania Ahlborn, The Shuddering

“We ran like young wild furies, where angels feared to tread. The woods were dark and deep. Before us demons fled. We checked Coke bottle bottoms to see how far was far. Our worlds of magic wonder were never reached by car. We loved our dogs like brothers, our bikes like rocket ships. We were going to the stars, to Mars we’d make round trips. We swung on vines like Tarzan, and flashed Zorro’s keen blade. We were James Bond in his Aston, we were Hercules unchained. We looked upon the future and we saw a distant land, where our folks were always ageless, and time was shifting sand. We filled up life with living, with grins, scabbed knees, and noise. In glass I see an older man, but this book’s for the boys.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Boy's Life

“Inhale. Count to five. Exhale. Forward motion.”
― Taylor Adams, No Exit

“Men sometimes took advantage. Emma had seen the ugly physical evidence of this on more than one female patient. Although the body often healed, the mind and heart were never the same.”
― Theresa Braun, Fountain Dead