Litfickic

“They rolled over her − the words − with an unexpectedness, as though something of great importance had been said, but she could not catch their meaning. She consulted the tree, with her ear jammed to its trunk. Then a funny thing happened. A switch
clicked inside her and all the fear and terror that had stoked her hopelessness disappeared. The incipient cancerous tumor that had threatened to derail her young life lay severed, and squirmed in a death-throe like the bodiless tail of a lizard.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“The world is so special when there is no one in
it.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

“Old anger is retrievable, you know. But it’s up to us to destroy their blood-sucking pathology.”
― Franciska Soares, They Whisper in my Blood

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