Williams Dhondt

“The early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens. They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“everybody,”
― Fred Gipson, Old Yeller

“Your wish, my Qu—”
I press my finger to his lips. “Let us race.”
“You will not win.” Holden grabs my wrist and kisses it.”
― Tricia Copeland, To be a Fae Guardian

“Please accept this humble fax. My love for you is without wax.”
― Dan Brown, Digital Fortress