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“She wasn’t falling apart. She was falling into herself.” This line captures the heart of my trilogy: the moment a woman realizes that what looks like unraveling is actually a return to her truest self. It reframes “falling apart” as a kind of reclamation—messy, necessary, and deeply human. It’s the pivot point where shame turns into clarity, silence turns into voice, and breaking down becomes a kind of breaking open.”

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Book:It Started With a Scream: Nobody Was Meant to Hear
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“We’re having another meeting tonight, if you can come,” Yaakov said. “The soldiers are watching the village very closely,” she said, speaking in a whisper. “They are on the lookout for anyone who might be involved in organizing.” Arguments continued in all corners of the room. One man vehemently warned, “Anyone involved in advancing reforms or revolution against the government could face prison or a firing squad.”

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Book:Sown in Tears: A Historical Novel of Love and Struggle
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“I tapped a few keys, wrote, 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life,' and stared at the sentence. Who had initially said that? Honestly, it wasn’t all that inspirational. If you were in a really dark place facing an even darker future—for example, held hostage in a mountain cabin by a serial killer—wouldn't a message like that make you want to slit your wrists? (Natalie - Secondary Feathers)”

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Book:Secondary Feathers
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“Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.”

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Book:Before We Visit the Goddess
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“Words never passed between us, only a nod and a silent smirk as he overtook me. Which was problematic today. It was cold, and pissing rain, and I wasn't in the mood to slow my pace and let him get ahead of me. Sure, it made him feel all manly and superior, but a girl has to draw the line somewhere. There are times to pander to the male ego and times to force them to watch your arse as you surpass them.”

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Book:Bane
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“What must it be like to sit among women with the same animating vitality? To build vast empires and heretofore undreamt worlds? To control the exchange of ideas, the evolution of society? She had never really been all that interested in traditional success or power, but for a moment she saw the appeal of it, of an empire ruled only by women, and then the appeal of wielding might that could bring it all down, on a whim. An entire ruined kingdom as manifestation of one woman’s rage.”

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Book:Nightbitch
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“He cradles the egg like treasure and shows me the catalog of the Viking bearded seal figurines. Before this series, Kinder launched the Russian bears, the Canadian caribou, the French poodles—I remember a mime, a pastry chef, and a can-can dancer with a jaunty red beret—the Majorcan hedgehogs, and the Egyptian camels, painted to resemble the gods of hieroglyphs. Ridiculous trinkets forming an international circus of moronic animals.”

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Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
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“On the street, cars hurtled toward their destinations in a symphony of sound. Trees lined the pavement in a powerful show of survival: here they stood in this urban landscape, long-limbed and capable. And green, so green, sunlight pierced through their leaves and marked the concrete with dappled grays. I made my way home to my family, one among a million travelers crossing the city’s great canvas in quick strokes. Everywhere there were colors by the thousands—tint upon tint, shade after shade—of everything the spectrum of beauty satisfied. Everywhere, there were signs of the renewal and restoration of life.”

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Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
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