Sonora Weston

“I was sane once. It was horrible.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, Beyond Redemption

“Her lungs, like moldering cheesecloth sacks, hung visible between cracked and yellowing ribs. Her internal organs, long absent, only flaked brown gristle clung to her spine. Sparse clumps of pale hair clung to the few shreds of flesh still gripping her skull. Five other Cotardist assassins stood mutely behind her. Though none looked to be such an advanced state of decay, they all showed signs of rot and neglect.”
― Michael R. Fletcher, Beyond Redemption

“I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person.”
― Michael J. Sullivan, The Death of Dulgath

“The real struggle is in your own mind. You must know you are going to win before you start the fight. You have to see it, smell it, and believe it utterly. It is a form of confidence, but you must guard against overconfidence. You have to be flexible—able to adapt in an instant and never allow yourself to give up. Without this, nothing else is possible.”
― Michael J. Sullivan, Theft of Swords