Leatha Ammar

“As Kate laments the loss of the singularly most profound love of her life, she watches the black ravens gather in a circle around her, dragging their wings in ritualized fashion as they dance to the beat of ancient drums, pounding out the story of ageless lamentation.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“Why are peasant men and women allowed to gather together after dinner, sharing stories by the hearth? What is it about the upper class that strives to separate us by gender, economics, and history?”
― Rebecca Rosenberg, Madame Pommery, Creator of Brut Champagne

“Buttercup?” Trace looked concerned. “You’ve named the cows?”
“Not all of them … yet. I’ll give them each a name when the perfect name pops up.”
He scratched his head. “You do know the fate of most beef cattle, right?” ”
― Cricket Rohman, Colorado Takedown

“Somethings wrong,’ he told her.
‘Be specific Jack,’ she said pressuring him.
Jack turned again to the desert. ‘We should already be dead,’ he said. ‘That’s what’s wrong.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips