Tiahne Taylor

“His voice shook. The figure, who until now had been a smear of shadow, turned. Vale.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“The first time I met death, I saw its face before I even saw the face of the midwife, my mother, my father. My death defined my entire life. It was my beginning and my only end.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“None of this was death. It was beauty and life and an astounding miracle. He was hundreds of years old and yet his blood was healthy and thriving. It was graceful, elegant. It looked so different from human blood, and I was certain that it would react differently to every test. And yet, there was something so familiar in it too, as if we had been the originals and he had been the improvement.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Life went on without her, the cruel bastard that it is. I wished it would have stopped. I wished a fucking semi truck would have taken me out and ended the misery. But slowly, time stretched on. I went to school, but I stopped dating. I played basketball, but I stopped surfing. I graduated. I moved back home. I moved on — at least, as much as I could. I convinced myself I would be alright without her. But the day the universe decided to put us in the same place again, I realized just how naïve I’d been.”
― Kandi Steiner, A Love Letter to Whiskey