Elly Edmundson

“The telegram was sealed – an old-fashioned touch, I thought, but then I’d never had a telegram before. I took my time opening it. I said nothing.”
― Michael Wyndham Thomas, The Erkeley Shadows

“Desperately, I needed a reversal of fortunes. Then suddenly, I knew what I needed to do. So, I stopped at the Northside cemetery.
Mom was buried there. I gave Deya another pass and left her outside the gates of the cemetery. I
wasn’t certain but I didn’t want to mix my perceived notion of Deya’s Voodoo with Mom’s

Ghosts, Dead Dawg, and Haints. Too many demons in the same location didn’t appear to be a smart thing. Once inside,I said what I needed to say, laid a rose, and headed back to retrieve my sweetheart. But I knew Deya. She had a fear of ghouls and hitchhikers hanging out in the graveyard. So wisely, I scanned her person for a Greek cross, miniature doll, or chicken foot in her possession. Fortunately, she passed my inspections. So, I left the graveyard, took the wheel, and got the hell out of that area in a haze.”
― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

“I intuitively knew what Quakers have always known: that silence is God’s primary love language.”
― Amos Smith, Holistic Mysticism: The Integrated Spiritual Path of the Quakers

“You will never put yourself or any of my men in danger again. You could have slipped, fallen, broken your pretty neck, or fucking died. And I bet you didn’t even think about a sniper taking you out from afar.”
― Becky Wilde, Bratva Connection: Maxim