Fiction Quotes

“he could not remember ever having seen a woman as beautiful. It was as though he had scattered a pile of dead, brittle leaves and uncovered a blue lotus in full bloom, radiant and hypnotic against the decay. But he felt no urge to move any closer to her. His fingers did not itch to touch her; his mouth, gone dry at the sight of her, did not seek the moisture of her lips. This woman, dressed in a tight, black skirt, a black, mesh-sleeved blouse, and studded choker around her throat, with teased, brown hair framing her light brown face, was like a vision granted to him by one of the gods he had read of in his books. A vision he saw in his soul—if, indeed, he had one—and not with his eyes. It was not lust that held him. No, something deep within him, something that he fought to put words to and could not, knew her. Some fragment of a dream . . . maybe some vague resemblance to a picture I’ve seen online, or in a magazine.”
― Ryan Lieske, Fiction