Jenny

“The overriding memory you have of your dad is this all-powerful, tyrannical man. And that’s the version of him you’re still carrying inside you. But that’s not who he is any more. He’s an old man. He’s frail and weak. And perhaps if you saw him like that, it might . . . I don’t know . . . take away some of his power.”
― Hannah Beckerman, The Forgetting

“He lifted one tentative hand to cradle her face and watched her eyes darken. Another hand turned her, lifted her face to bestow the gentlest of kisses. As her hands lifted to frame his face, tracing the rough stubble she found there, she felt his momentary shock and it made her reckless. Her fingers arrowed into his black hair to pull him closer, urging him to go on. There was a battle waging inside him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt the desperation in the kiss, could still taste the salty tears on her skin.”
― L.J. Ross, Holy Island

“The woman didn’t close her curtains?’ Banks commented. ‘Surely that was asking for it in a way?’ Jenny shot him a cold glance. ‘We’ve already been through that.’ ‘And I did say that women should be careful not to appear to be inviting men to sex.”
― Peter Robinson, Gallows View

“Every time I consider myself an adult, I think back five years to when I also thought of myself as an adult. And I’m aghast at how staggeringly blind I was. Maybe what I hold to be true right now will seem just as ignorant when I reflect back on it years from now.”
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz, Prodigal Son