14 Quotes by Gabriel F.W. Koch

She must feel like Lucifer’s frigid breath is running down the back of her delicate neck.

I swallowed a sigh since, truthfully, I was glad she found the cabin.

Her growing possessiveness felt both good and bad.

The steps leading to the porch looked worn, cracked, and unpainted, ready for a nice hot fire.

It was as if we played chess after denying me both bishops and knights.