Ivey Cedars

“I don’t like anything pointing at me, dollface, that includes an umbrella, a finger, or a gun, got it?”
― A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
 ”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Her heart hammered, her head pounded. Part of her felt like maybe she could outrun it – the monster that stole her mother. She ran, the thumping of her feet her only anchor. She thought she
might rise up and explode, like a big greasy soap bubble.
If only I could.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

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It happened every time she painted, when she knew her eyes were seeing something she couldn’t see but was about to come to the canvass, first from wherever and then from her heart and at last from her hands.”
― Ashby Jones, The Little Bird