20 Quotes by Ashley Nikole

Horns blared and tires squalled, then Avery collided with a bumper and went down. Her breaths reverberated in her ears as she all but kissed the cool cement, trying to get her bearings. She had no time to be dizzy, no time to be weak—no time to be in pain! Someone was yelling at her. Another horn blared. Avery pushed up her knees, trembling. She wasn’t ready for this.

War was hell. So was Andersonville Prison. Justice lay curled on her side on the dank, roach-infested floor. She inhaled a short breath, trying to keep from breathing too deeply when waste of all sorts and colours lined every square inch of the place. How had it come to this?