Litfickic

“How can we live through this Shyam?” she asked in a small voice. How could their instant history be ballast against this? Or could some MacGyverism in their arsenal return them from where they were hurled? Her eyes still wet with tears, raked through his.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“She let her mind tailor a seam across the hem of her life as he sold her a fantasy, offered
her a charkha on which to weave hope. “You have done well not to bend to the burden of your fears because it can splinter dreams,”
said the man called Rodrigo.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“Memory. Genes. That’s how life spoke to the future. The story that never ends – it’s the art of survival.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“Each dog barks in its own yard.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book