Sherrill Kerman

“I am me, a unique individual who aspires to be happier than she already is.”
― L.C. Conn

“What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music.

She leaned close. "My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song."

He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.

"I have no name," she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be."

He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along the sensitive sknin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Underworld

“I want you to tell your aunt that she must convince your uncle to get a telephone installed. They are too old to live out there with no way to communicate with the outside world.”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“Right on the dot, Ted waltzes in as if he owns the place. Vince looks up from the pump. Christ he’s got his ice-cream seller’s jacket on, straw hat, moustache gleaming like a pair of brass handles.”
― Lesley Glaister, Blasted Things