You killed me.” My voice was unsteady.He held me close again. “I brought you back.”“Please tell me we only have to do that once.”He whispered against my ear, “I swear I won’t kill you again. Cross my heart and hope to die.” It was a bad joke
~ Catrina Burgess
Don’t worry about paying me. Stay alive, child. You must save yourself. And, whatever you do, don’t forget who you are
I felt absolutely nothing, and that frightened me even more than the darkness of oblivion
You know you're writing a good thriller when you make yourself paranoid.
~ Shirley B. Garrett
