Danielle Rivenburgh

“He falls further into darkness. The stinging pain of daily torture and the numbing cold hardly bother him now, and he relishes the thought that soon he might disappear entirely. Then Lylitte is there in his thoughts again, and the splitting pain brings him back into this life, and again, only one thing eases the torment: winding further out of existence.”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“You know what they say?” Nonna paused, “The character of the Venetian people is like the tide.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“The music felt like a special gift from Ted, a view into his soul.”
― Marcia Breece, The Last Bottle

“But before I could pull back onto the highway, the blue and red flashing lights of a police cruiser lit up behind me. I watched as the officer, wearing a mask, approached.
He motioned for me to put on a mask and open my window. How could I put on a mask? I didn’t have one. I mouthed, no mask.
He pulled one out of his uniform jacket pocket. One of those despicable thin blue paper masks. Now what the hell good was that going to do either of us?”
― Behcet Kaya, Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel