Bobbi Jo

“After the burial, the hares of the Long Patrol sang a short verse as a farewell to their comrade. “Now the sunny glades are silent, where our fallen warriors lay. As in memory we treasure all the brave who marched away. Through the dusty seasons rolling, o’er our passing out parade, how we laughed and sang together, Oh your face ’twill never fade.”
― Brian Jacques, Rakkety Tam

“It is a mistake to believe we must know a thing to be influenced by it. It is a mistake to believe the thing must even be real.”
― Christopher Ruocchio, Empire of Silence

“The man who hopes for the future delays its arrival, and the man who dreads it summons it to his door.”
― Christopher Ruocchio, Empire of Silence

“digging through her purse airily as though she’d misplaced a memory.”
― Lindsay Ellis, Axiom's End