favorite phrase of the day

Their mutual love swelled and swirled around them. Sami studied [him], envisioned him sitting before her as he did now but with his circa 1966 short hair and circa 1966 clothing. She knew him. Beyond any shadow of any doubt, she knew him. And as he’d said, she always had. “You made an oubliette before I left here, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I guess I made it too strong.” He hadn’t meant to completely erase her memories of her mother. And he hadn’t meant to completely erase her memories of him, either. He’d intended only to ease the pain of a three-year-old child. “I’m sorry the Clarks were such shitheads.”

She burst out laughing.

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favorite phrase

favorite phrase of the day:

“Samantha, you’re my daughter,” he said, holding her. “I’d rope the moon if that’s what you needed me to do.”

favorite phrase of the day

[disclaimer: this is an excerpt of my second book and may contain spoilers if you’ve not read first]

Same as she always did during these visits, Sami tried to ignore his red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes, ruddy face, the way he sniffed back his tears and fought a runny nose, the way he avoided her gaze. Turning the car around in the tiny space and edging it down the hill took all of his attention, but still she could see his finely chiseled profile no matter how he held or turned his head. As surreptitiously as she was able, with as gentle a touch as she possessed, she pushed her left hand beneath his hair to lay it on his back. All this time. All these years. And his love, his pain, his grief still as fresh as they had been in 1966. She couldn’t begin to imagine what he felt or what he might be thinking. And she didn’t want to. But she wanted to comfort him if only she knew how. Her seeming inability in this left her empty and afraid.

excerpt from work in progress, Midnight’s Heir.

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favorite phrase

favorite phrase of the day:

“I’m not dying alone in the fucking basement,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“You won’t,” Sami said. “You’re far too stubborn for that.”

favorite phrase of the day

[disclaimer: this is an excerpt of my fifth book and may contain spoilers if you’ve not read any of the others]

He expected to find Laurel fast asleep. She sat, instead, straight-backed as the armchair she had pulled close to the rear window, her hands upturned on her lap. The light of the waning moon bathed the room silver-blue. Loath to disturb her, he placed the cups on the beside table and sat on the bed.

“I feel like I’ve been through nine different kinds of hell,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked.

She gave a short laugh. “With nightmares and beasts.”

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