K.R. Phoenix

“Atticus was my home, my safe place, and he now held my heart. He was something I’d never thought I would find. Family. How could it be that I’d escaped hell to finally find the thing I’d been looking for all my life? The thing I wanted so desperately for as long as I could remember?”
― Kady Cordova, Fractured Hope

“I knew better than to wish pain didn’t exist.”
― Kady Cordova, Fractured Hope

“The dead still come to me every now and then. But the lulls between are getting smaller. They are finding me somehow. I tell them why they can’t move on. I listen to their lives and talk to them if they need it. I still draw their portraits in my sketchbook, with their stories. I put Mary Summer in there too. Someone should remember.”
― B.L. Brunnemer, Trying to Live With the Dead

“He met my gaze defiantly. He did look young. I would have guessed early twenties, with his delicate features, pale skin, and long hair. He had a youthful vibe until you looked at his eyes, and then you could tell he’d lived a life. There was a lot of depth in those irises.”
― Kady Cordova, Fractured Hope