Tasha Williams

“He stumbled after Rascal and opened the door. Outside, it was pitch black. There wasn't even starlight. The wind ripped at his clothes like it was being chased by fire-breathing dragons. And smelled that way, too—smoky and warm.”
― S.D. Brown, I Escaped the California Camp Fire: California's Deadliest Fire

“thousand directions.”
― Brian Yansky, The Librarian of the Haunted Library

“No, we didn't." Even though it had seemed hopeless at least a dozen times. "What are your names?" Mr. Williams asked. "Emma. Emma Benson." She took his hand and shook it. "This is my big brother Troy. Who's pretty cool sometimes when he's not being a boring pain. And that's Rascal." She lowered her voice. "Midnight's in the bag. So. Now we're not strangers, my feet would love a ride." Mr. Williams laughed. "Climb in. You kids are incredible. Great job for making it through.”
― S.D. Brown, I Escaped the California Camp Fire: California's Deadliest Fire

“Then wet a couple for the boys and me.”
― S.D. Brown, I Escaped the California Camp Fire: California's Deadliest Fire