historical-fiction

Yessir, some things is sin 'cause God says so. Some things is sin 'cause they hurt other people. And some things is just pure-dee stupid.

You may be surprised what we use our dreams to do, how we drape them over our sight and carry them like amulets to protect us from evil spells.

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 1944 in Sawyer, Georgia, and I am standing on a front porch painted gray with white trim.

No one ever tells you that: that there__ no method. Writing__ a lawless place.

I__ not trying to start an argument with you,_ William assured him. __ suppose I don__ know what it__ like to be a true revolutionary, though I think I__e held some_similar_ideals. At times. Thought I could change things, if I fought hard enough.___hat did you try to change?___yself, in hopes that it would change others_ opinions of me.___hat is a bit more selfish than what we aspire to,_ Luis clarified.William shrugged. __f it makes you feel better, I pressed others to change as well. Guess I just didn__ fight hard enough for any of it.

Quincy and Fisher walked through all this in silence. Silence was the most common stock-in-trade between them, and the portfolio of their friendship was thick with it. So, without words, they stepped across the streets, their feet pressing the pavement with the same sounds, their toes turned just so; they knew what life was like at each other's side. Sometimes he would speak, or she would, small offerings on the altar of their joint survival.

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.

Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you. It will only burn what you are not, - Rumi

What you are about to witness is a blot upon the civilization of the twentieth century."- Sing Sing Deputy Warden Spencer Miller, Addressing Antonio Pontón__ execution witnesses on January 7, 1916

He watched the young actress playing the central part of a wife who mistakenly believes her husband has wronged her. She was overly trained in the teapot school of acting, striking expressive poses and attitudes as the mood of the story demanded.

Once you're labeled as mentally ill, and that's in your medical notes, then anything you say can be discounted as an artifact of your mental illness.

For the first time in years, I have vivid dreams, vivid enough to count the stars and the number of ripples in the sea.

As the children left, Antonio shifted his gaze towards his father and gently waved at his family, while they returned the gesture.With half a smile and a tight lip, Antonio__ green eyes spoke, __diós_ (__ood-bye_).Then, he turned and walked towards the green metal door of the steam cargo vessel that swallowed him away.

I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.

I enjoy writing historical fiction because it allows me to live more lives than just this one.

In Sing Sing Prison, in a ghastly white room stands a chair. Its parts are heavy joinings of oak, riveted and screwed together; its strong legs fastened to the floor with teeth and claws of steel. It bites into the marrow of men with fangs of fire. For this is the faldstool of bloody human justice, the prayer-chair of man__ vengeance upon man. Into it are strapped ... men who have killed other men. In it, for a high moral purpose, erring human lives are shocked across the barrier into night and the grave. - Edward H. Smith (1918)

I__ not only my father__ daughter, but also a daughter of the nation he founded. And protecting both is what I__e always done.

Then the vulture swooped down and away, racing the LeTort spring to the Conodoguinet Creek from there to the Susquehanna river and from there to the sea. Same river my ancestors took to reach the places where they hunted and farmed and buried their dead.