“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.” ― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

 “The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the whoosh of the ship combined with the steady beat of the rain to make a concerto, like a pianist fluttering his fingers on the keys at one end and running his fingers up and down the scales at the other. Expectancy hung in the air as the tune moved to a crescendo.”

― Victoria Kahler, Capturing the Sunset