All heroes are born out of the embers that linger after the fire of great tragedy. Children of Ankh series

— Kim Cormack

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes. Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me.

— Kim Cormack

Because if being a badass was easy everyone would do it Lexy of Ankh (The Dragon)"Enlightenment

— Kim Cormack

During his sweet sleep, there was an angelic creature and in her eyes a look of joyous elation that filled Kevin’s mind with anticipation of her possible existence in the real world. This freckle-faced vision with her wild mane of untamed blonde curls nightly left an unexplainable ache in his soul. In his dreams, she would appear to him as a mirage of hope. He could feel the love in her heart, for it seeped through her very essence into the air between them. She lay next to him in the grass as they quietly observed the sky above. Her hand seemed to be always just out of his reach. Kevin wanted to hold her hand so badly it was torturous. Her hand was just about touching his but not quite. Then her fingers brushed a path across his fingertips as if to say in the exquisite beauty of the moment, “I will always be right here.

— Kim Cormack

Her vision came into focus and again this time the trees crackled and mocked her. You’re going to die you silly bitch, they seemed to chant. They waved their branches, howling, as the wind whistled through the trails which had suddenly grown icy cold. Kay’s mind snapped back to reality; she had lost a lot of blood…none of this was real. Children of Ankh

— Kim Cormack

He would wake up knowing that as long as he was capable of having such beautiful dreams, a part of him must still be good.

— Kim Cormack

“How can one mock these flamingo wine glasses. When, they are so obviously awesome.

— Kim Cormack

I can't wait to get back to writing today so I can see what happens next Kim Cormack

— Kim Cormack

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series)

— Kim Cormack

I should have danced more when I had no fear of falling.

— Kim Cormack