Tammy Sowards-Sanchez

“He smiled. “Would it help if I told you I’m a gentleman?”

“No.” She replied and lifted her chin slightly.

“How about my…lineage?”

“I’m American. We don’t do lineage.”
― Jackie Ivie, Knight after Night

“Did you finish yours, Kota?"
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"

He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"

My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"

Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."

"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy.”
― C.L. Stone, First Days

“You don't give warnings. If someone's close enough that you can't run, and they won't let you get away, you're done. Kick, swing, whatever you have to do."

"It sounds mean."

"Ugh," Nathan groaned behind us. (...) "Peanut, will you just listen? If someone isn't letting you run away, he's not a nice person. Beat the shit out of him.”
― C.L. Stone, Forgiveness and Permission

“If it took me showing some warmth to get warmth in return, I'd do it.”
― C.L. Stone, Drop of Doubt