The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.
Rick YanceyHe spreads his fingers over my heart, like heโs holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory heโs won fair and square.
Rick YanceyA moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.
Rick Yancey