78 Quotes by Mandy Ashcraft

...and yet there was one lump in that freshly raked zen garden: a small woman crying into a fish bowl.

His eyeballs felt as if they'd been removed, dry roasted, salted, and replaced.

Those concocting evil schemes rarely perform them in descending order of evilness, so he could assume phase two was to be worse.

They had thought it was uncharacteristic of him to try and eat his cigarette in the driveway.

It sat proudly basking in the warm glow of the street lights; it wasn't a menacing 'enter at your own risk' sight at all. More of a 'come in if you'd like, if not then have a lovely evening' picturesque artifact of the Old South.

It was as if a mad scientist had sold all of his important tools and chemicals at a yard sale, leaving a makeshift laboratory of scrap materials that the neighbors didn't want.