He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. 'What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth?
~ Jesikah Sundin
We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.
~ Karen Marie Moning
Women fight differently from men. You couldn’t get me to hurt a woman’s breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I’m PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.
