“ Writers are alphabet artists. The blank page becomes their canvas as they paint pictures with words. Barbara Case Speers
“ Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel. Priya Ardis
“ The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible. Barbara T. Cerny
“ He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, a… Holly Black
“ Inch by inch it's all a cinch, by the yard it's hard. Go for it -- no matter how slow or long the process seems at first. Mardi Ballou
“ Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints.Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he sai… J.R. Ward
