Deirdre Megan Byrd

“His symphony of screams and pleas was a backdrop to my artistry”
― S.K. Pryntz, Shattered Reflections

“Darkness and I were friends. His fear was so palpable I could taste it. It was like an acrid tang in the air that danced on my tongue, and I reveled in the shivers it sent down my body.”
― S.K. Pryntz, Shattered Reflections

“We held our heads high and planted lemon trees in acts of defiance, praying that when they came for us, it’d be a bullet to the head. Because that was far more merciful than what awaited in the bowels of their prison system.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow

“Sex was more of a mechanical need to ‘oil the motor’ and keep me somewhat cooled off. I never understood why people made such a big deal about sex. It did nothing more for me than a good workout could get me.”
― S.K. Pryntz, Shattered Reflections