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“My writing is not linear — it is a hybrid memoir: fragments of a soul, stitched together with poetry, confession, and truth.”

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“If this isn’t real, he whispered, I’m better off with your knife in my chest. Yes, I’d marry you, a million times, over and over again. I’d do anything to make you happy. Or to just take some of your pain away. You think I’m important to you? You’re the center of my fucking universe. You’re the sun, Frankie. And fuck the rest of the world, because for a little while I got to look at the sun every day, I got to touch her and hold her and make her laugh. If you don’t think I see you, you’re not paying attention. Because I don’t see anything else. Murray, J.L.. Hoarfrost (Blood of Cain Book 2) (p. 178). Hellzapoppin Press. Kindle Edition.”

“Anyone watching her would have thought her cold, indifferent, but this was the only way she knew to tackle her deepest troubles, to shoo them aside as if they were a cloud of summer gnats, and deal with the task at hand brusquely and efficiently. Hannah always thought of it as her mother's Englishness, that ability to equalize problems so that a scuffed shoe and an impending disaster were almost equally distasteful, but both were born with aplomb.”

“They combed my hair and pinned it up, hung rubies in my ears and around my neck, painted rouge on my lips and cheeks, and anointed my wrists and throat with musk. Finally they hustled me in front of the mirror. A gleaming, crimson-clad lady stared back at me. Until this day, I had worn only the plain black of mourning, even though Father had told us when we were twelve that we could dress as we pleased. Everybody thought that I did it because I was such a pious daughter, but I simply hated pretending that everything was all right. "You look like a dream." Astraia slid her arm around my waist, smiling tremulously at our reflections. Everybody said that Astraia was the very image of our mother, and certainly she could not have gotten her looks anywhere else: the plump, dimpled cheeks, the pouting lips, the snub nose and dark curls. But I might have been born straight out of my father's head like Athena: I had his high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, his straight black hair. In a rare burst of kindness, Aunt Telomache had once told me that while Astraia was "pretty," I was "regal";”

“I, conversely, have been racing cars since the first ones rolled off the assembly line. I am arguably one of the best drivers in the world, and I am certainly the best driver in this motley crew.” He cleared his throat and drew himself up in absolute regal authority, “Besides, it is my bloody car. So, get in. The lot of you are making my head hurt.” —Prince Peter ben Korah”