Judith Moroff

“The chill of the rain disappeared. The rain itself seemed to evaporate. The fatigue vanished. The night. Everything distilled to the brilliant pulsing bead of glass pain she herself had given rise to. She felt exhilaration and relief. She felt soothed and punished. She felt control.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“Sometimes I forget you're still pretty young......"
Yeah, she thought. Sometimes I do too.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her

“When had her moment come, that second when trust slid into mistrust and love cracked wide, emptying, leaving only the brittle shell?”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her

“Every word was like a pillow pressed against her face, but he didn't notice.....Each day that passed she found him harder to like.... She smiled even as her skin crawled. There wasn't even time to take a Valium.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her