Dean Yung

“his throat, but his voice remained”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church

“I watched him spread out his arms with a smile before he crashed through the table in a beautiful crescendo, the glass sounding like tinkles from a piano as its shavings glittered across the floor and sliced through his face and body.”
― Lee Matthew Goldberg, Slow Down

“The temperature in the office plummeted.
Frost crackled.
It spider-webbed across the glass of the window. His mind played tricks. It couldn’t be frost, not in the summer.
Death closed in around him.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Double Cross

“Will you excuse us all,” [Jeff] said, “if we admit that we find it hard to believe? There is no such-possibility-in the rest of the world.”
Have you no kind of life where [asexual reproduction] is possible?” asked Zava.
“Why, yes-some low forms, of course.”
“How low-or how high, rather?”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Herland