Synthia Sweep

“Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.”
― Harriet Ann Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

“I am so accustomed to living on a metaphysical trapeze that I forget that other people tend to enjoy more solid ground”
― Audrey Niffenegger

“Without work men are utterly undone.”
― Nevil Shute, Ruined City

“Callan sucked in a breath. As a sniper, he’d been trained by the Marines to know and recognize moments. 

Moments when all the training—his focused mind, muscle memory, weapon knowledge . . . 

When all the preparation—target reconnaissance, angle of attack, position scouting . . . 

When all the setup—hidden amid the terrain, barrel aimed, trajectory known . . . 

When everything came together in one crucial moment—when the sniper squeezed the trigger and took his shot.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath