Donn Seabright

“He glanced at Sally. She sat on the edge, her feet dangling over the two-hundred-foot drop, just like he’d done all those years ago, secretly hoping his parents would tell him to come back, that it was dangerous. They never even got out of the car.”
― Barry Kirwan, When the children come

“I have never lied in these journals, although on occasion, I wanted to. I have, however, hidden certain truths, omitted to mention important details, and for this, I am truly sorry.”
― Jana Petken, The Guardian of Secrets

“A large, white, winged horse stands before me, wings outspread and nostrils dilated, she writes.  He tells me that he is here to carry me into the moonlit realms of imagination, dreams, and intuition.  He uses his hooves to strike at the ground of my being, to trigger wellsprings of poetic inspiration and artistic creativity fed by memories of times long since past, memories that often creep into the dream time.  Furthermore, he says the deep unconscious – in the form of a magician’s spell – is calling to me to remember who I have been and who I am destined to be.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“We are stood on the spot where a vast army of legionnaires were sent through a time portal with this very device,’ Jack said holding out his arm and displaying the XXL strapped safely to his wrist.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips