Clio Velentza

“Whoever wishes may accompany me: the road is long, it's painful but it's lived.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

“Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.”
― Normandi Ellis, Awakening Osiris: A New Translation of the Egyptian Book of the Dead

“From somewhere a cold, menacing draught came, stroking the back of his neck in warning. He tossed his head. I do not care, he
told it in defiance.

He flicked his wrists to be free of his cuffs and cast about for truth in him. And then it was as if a vast body of water suddenly swelled, surging and washing over him, and he began to play.”
― Clio Velentza, The Piano Room

“But Petar was gone, and here Ferdi was now, or what was left of him: the bare bones of a questionable soul.”
― Clio Velentza, The Piano Room