Deirdre Megan Byrd

“His symphony of screams and pleas was a backdrop to my artistry”
― S.K. Pryntz, Shattered Reflections

“When I leave, it won’t be easy. It’s going to shred my heart to ribbons and all the pieces will be scattered along Syria’s shore, with the cries of my people haunting me till the day I die.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow

“Darkness and I were friends. His fear was so palpable I could taste it. It was like an acrid tang in the air that danced on my tongue, and I reveled in the shivers it sent down my body.”
― S.K. Pryntz, Shattered Reflections

“For every life I can’t save during my shift, one more drop of blood becomes a part of me. No matter how many times I wash my hands, our martyrs’ blood seeps beneath my skin, into my cells. By now it’s probably encoded in my DNA.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow