Helene He

“I guess it’s too much to ask for you to understand what I’m going through, Matt. What part of my daughter killing our son don’t you get?”
― JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

“Sunset painted the sky. Royal Wood, clad in spring green, rustled in a breeze. A fine evening for a stroll.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Words are annoying to read...”
― Coco Calvoz Cordon, Debbie Wants No Words

“The grass was plush under his feet as he flew down the right flank of the field.”
― J L MARRAIN, The Gridd: Perils of the Lightholder