“ The desperate resilience,the annoyed flamboyance;his personable passivity and his phobic aggressiveness; all trapped in the clever wrinkles of his fingers, the hard unsociable cast of his knuckles, th… Brandon Shire
“ Over the years Breece had lectured that truth was liquid. That it evaporated in the heat of passion, froze in the cold of fear, and bent itself around virginous, unpurposeful fibs. It could churn and… Brandon Shire
“ Don’t even talk to me about being a mother. You were never a mother! Just the psychotic twat I lived with for the first fourteen years. Brandon Shire
“ Even now I can feel the heat from your palm as you cupped the back of my head and pulled my lips those last few inches, how you opened your body and begged me with your soul. Brandon Shire
