Kearston

“His father did not reply. He walked on out of the woodlot”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“My gaze landed and stuck on deep brown skin, covered with the blue-black lines of permanent graffiti. It swathed both of his arms – powerful arms, with thick biceps – disappearing under the tight-fitting sleeves of a black tee shirt that stretched over his chest, then appearing again at his neck, stopping somewhere under his jaw. The glossy ends of two braids rested on his shoulders, their origins hidden under a black cap pulled backward on his head. He had kind eyes, and that made me feel a little safer. Just a little.”
― Christina C. Jones, Wonder

“I know that’s television, fantasy, fiction, but if love ain’t epic, I don’t want it. If it ain’t life and death—not literally, the way it is for Stefan, Damon, and Elena—but if it’s not something that makes you risk, makes you ache, then why bother?”
― Kennedy Ryan, The Close-Up

“Wannabe Nancy Drew over here probably thought she’d get me to confess and then backflip out the window or something.”
― Megan Lally, That's Not My Name