The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.
Libba BrayAll the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
Libba BrayHe wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
Libba BrayWhat took you so long?โ Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Willโs attachรฉ case. โI walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew youโd want an original,โ Evie snapped.
Libba BrayIt's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.
Libba Bray