Kristin Johnson

“Doc and Charlie had run this place as a clinic for the Org’s magical children for a long time. When Jill came to live here, she took up a place as nursemaid as well. Burns, bumps, bruises, or sickness, this place provided solace to her and all of those magical children for years. So why then did the thought of staying here give her an uneasy feeling?”
― Olivia Hardin, Sweet Magic Song

“He did, Mama, just last week.” A loud sob broke from her throat. “He said Breide En Alama. And I asked what that meant—you know, because the Ollas family all spoke Deltish—” her voice rose higher with each word, and it clearly pained her to speak, but she plunged on, “and he said it means ‘our hearts are belonging.’ Isn’t that nice, Mama? Breide En Alama…our hearts are belonging…”
― March McCarron, Division of the Marked

“Her hand jerked, leaving an angry slash in the middle of the canvas. A headache drummed to life in the back of her skull. It’s not going to happen today. She ignored the shiver that skipped down her spine. This is a normal day. I’m painting a normal composition. But it was too late. It was happening already. She squeezed her eyes shut against the images flooding her brain, but no resistance would help now. She couldn’t escape.”
― Dana Marton, Deathscape

“He found it difficult to believe that it would be a creature as gentle as a horse that would send him to his deathbed,”
― Bethany Claire, Love Beyond Time