Bram Macgregor

“I won’t be surprised if the answer is yes and no. The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you’ll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it’s the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it. Be sure you extend me the same courtesy.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“Soon there were more sharks weaving just under the surface, fins ducking in and out of the water. Though considerably smaller than the grayken, these stark, graceful ghosts of the sea left a deadly aura in their wake.”
― Brian Lee Durfee, The Forgetting Moon

“Dr. Lecter touched his pen to his lips. He looked out at the night sky and smiled. I have windows. Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be again before the year 2000. (I have no intention of telling you the time and how high it is.) But I expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same. Clarice. Hannibal Lecter”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“The Five Isles are drenched in secret history, every castle smothered in intrigue and steeped in lore, and every carving on every standing-stone has roots in the past. Hence, that secret past survives, always clawing to the surface, breathing, growing, like a living thing, never resting, always clawing, clawing in the deep.”
― Brian Lee Durfee, The Forgetting Moon