“ May my hands fall from my wrists before I kill an artist like yourself, said the man in black. I would as soon destroy da Vinci. However—and here he clubbed Inigo's head with the butt of his sword—sin… William Goldman
“ We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me. Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin
“ VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers. Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin
“ Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips. Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin
“ It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss. Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin
“ He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power. Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin
