Veronica LaRoche

“I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul behind the moment I left. And every second that passes, I miss you like that, times a million.”
― J.A. Huss, Panic

“Junco, I did save your life. Ya had a bad concussion. It was a mistake to fall asleep. I was just tryin' ta help when I brought ya out of it."
This revelation jolts me out of my trance and I fight to shake off my weariness to get this story straight. "Wait," I say as I painfully push my body back up into a half-sitting position. "What? You were touching me when I was sleeping?"
He squirms a little at my tone. "No, look, it wasn't like that. You weren't sleeping, you were unconscious – I just – wrapped ya in my wings so I could bring ya back up."
"You were touching me." It's a statement this time, not a question. "In my sleep."
"Look, I saved your life, for Christ's sake!”
― J.A. Huss, Clutch

“But it's better to have bad options than no options. And people won't save you either, ya know.”
― J.A. Huss, Tragic

“He wasn’t that careful, Lucan. I think you’ve got him mixed up with someone else.”


“He put a lot of effort into you. Not just as a soldier. But as a child. Why teach you that horse sport? Why teach you to play an instrument? Why give you a God? He took you to church? Every week?”


I swallow and nod as my face begins to feel hot.


“Men who want to kill their grandchildren don’t do those things, Junco.”


FLIGHT ~ Chapter One”
― J.A. Huss, Flight