Kristin Johnson

“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 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

“But I Googled him to find out what his ex wife looks like. Isn’t that… stalkerish?” Rachel looked up at her, still smiling and shook her head. “Sweetie, everyone uses Google. It’s dating foreplay. You’re not crazy. You’re just in love.”
― Louise Cusack, Marriage & the Mermaid

“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