Sherrilyn Kenyon

He was Death, and he’d ridden in on a pale horse…

He was Death, and he’d ridden in on a pale horse…

– Sherrilyn Kenyon –

Invincible

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Nicole Krauss

In the days after my heart attack & before I began to write again, all I could think about was dying. I’d been spared again, and only after the danger had passed did I allow my thoughts to unravel to their inevitable end. I imagined all the ways I could go. Blood clot to the brain. Infarction. Thrombosis. Pneumonia. Grand mal obstruction to the vena cava. I saw myself foaming at the mouth, writhing on the floor. I’d wake up in the night, gripping my throat. And yet. No matter how often I imagined the possible failure of my organs, I found the consequence inconceivable. That it could happen to me. I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

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