Only yesterday a young woman came to me wanting a trap set for a man with a sweet smile and lithe arms. She was a fool, not for wanting him, but for wanting more of him than that.
Patricia A. McKillipWords, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
Patricia A. McKillipI do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness.
Patricia A. McKillip