Thereโs only one question that matters, Ms. Lane, and itโs the one you never get around to asking. People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. Itโs the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take, Ms. Lane?
Karen Marie MoningBarrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldnโt be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photosโsee Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
Karen Marie Moning... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons
Karen Marie MoningHow dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?
Karen Marie MoningThere was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didnโt care.
Karen Marie Moning