Philomena Behal

“After everyone went home, she often took a walk in the long summer evenings imagining she was looking for a party or a rave, which she never found. She usually ended up wandering in and out of the few shops that stayed open. This was not the life she’d imagined.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Roars of outrage came from the city walls as the Erbean soldiers watched Alluen and her comrades draw their knives across the captives’ throats and drop them to the ground. Roth’s voice rose over the hubbub. “You may kill them all Burnett, but my gates will remain closed!”
― Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

“After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck a dull blue, sharp eyes and a thick beard that made his mouth look like an axe wound on a bear.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Love Has Neither Time Nor Distance.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean