Susan Atherly

“There was no solace in the openness of the land, just as there was no healing in the isolation he sought in the barren plain of winter-killed grasses. The prairie seemed nothing more than an extension of the boundless emptiness that had opened inside him. Neither his mount nor his packhorse seemed a companion—but victims of his own aimlessness. The voiceless plain only provided a silent space for his demons to follow and murmur in his ear. Rilla’s bloodied body shadowed him as vividly as if dragged behind his horse on a travois, scraping a scar across the dry land.

The child was not real. There were no memories attached to a nameless son to haunt him, save the mental picture of that inanimate thing tucked against its dead mother’s ribs. The child had seemed more an extension of Rilla’s suffering, giving her death a measurable size and shape. Mother and son comprised a common image rendered in scarlet, and the image had been painted on a permanent altar inside Wyatt’s mind.”
― Mark Warren, The Long Road to Legend

“Your success cannot lie in something so tedious as whether you’re liked.”
― Alyssa Cole, How to Catch a Queen

“To live in peace as long as the waters run in the rivers and creeks, and as long as the stars and moon endure.”
― Tamanend, The Peace Treaty

“What is a Messiah but another means of inequality?”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine