Grace

“An old English quotation springs to mind as we descend the stairs together, his fingers resting against the base of my spine. He is my best of times and my worst. He’s my enemy who keeps me captive and features in all my revengeful fantasies. But he’s also a lover who presses at something so base in me. Someone who shines a light on my true desires.”
― Catherine Wiltcher, The Santiago Trilogy

“Are we burying a body or laying the groundwork for an in-ground pool?” I say. “What the fuck are you doing?” She blows away a strand of hair that’s fallen over her eyes. “I’m sorry. I seem to have misplaced my handbook on grave digging. Maybe an expert should show me how it’s done?” I shake my head as she holds the shovel out to me. “No, no. Carry on. It’s just a little . . . big.”
― Lauren Biel, Across State Lines

“It’s just… In all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone bring an electric hand mixer to an occasion like this.” “Seriously?” I scrunch up my nose. “Don’t you ever have intrusive thoughts when you whisk up pancakes or something?” “What kind of intrusive thoughts?” “I don’t know… Like what would happen if you shoved your hand in there.”
― Harleigh Beck, Phantasm

“I’m a vegan who craves a juicy steak, but I’m forced to sit in front of a plate of limp asparagus for the rest of my life. I glance at Antonio and feel a twinge of guilt for my thoughts. Limp asparagus is a bit harsh. For the asparagus.”
― Lauren Biel, Protect Me