“ She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying. ”
Every day we live, we are writing our own secret book.
~ Chrys Fey
This is a little secret that all writers share: We have two lives, the one we live on Earth and the one we live in our books.
I keep people alive every day, and right now, the person I’m trying to keep alive is you. Will you let me?
If the Mob was after you, the last thing you felt was alive. If the Mob was after you, it was only a matter of time before you were as dead as a doorknob. But standing outside in the middle of winter, with the world in a coma, she felt alive.
