Quotes by Michael R. Fletcher

Gehirn had to protect her love - and she only knew one way to do so. She lit the sky afire.

The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

Think about it. When you die youll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath well be surrounded by our enemies.

I was sane once. It was horrible.

Shell be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.