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Kelsey Brickl
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Victor Hugo, Leo Tolstoy, JK Rowling
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About Hardtack
Hardtack is the story of Ellen “Nell” Armstrong, an iron-willed Kentucky girl, and her two best friends, Sam and Isaac. Their life in Paducah is uninterrupted by much of anything interesting… that is, until the Civil War sweeps over everyone, pulling Sam and Isaac in opposite directions. A complex web of love, marriage, and betrayal is soon woven around the trio. Can their friendship survive the c
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“In August, an inescapable blanket of heat settled over Paducah, the last gasping breath of summer roaring its weight out over the populace.”
― Paint
― Paint
“Youth is as easily wasted as a fine wine consumed by a drunken man. There is no poetry in aging, and Javert lived out the process in its most hideous iteration.”
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
“Sometimes the smoke from the factories and riverboats and trains would obscure the night sky entirely. But the town's industrial breath was blowing somewhere else tonight, and so the Armstrong house was bathed in starlight. Nell studied the little white specks, like glittering dust on black velvet, and she asked,
"You boys ever wonder what it'd be like to be somewhere else?”
― Hardtack: A Civil War Story
"You boys ever wonder what it'd be like to be somewhere else?”
― Hardtack: A Civil War Story
“When some women felt fear, they covered it with an iron grate of courage, I thought. Men might be dangerous, but they were very often unperceptive. If fear only rumbled through a woman’s soul and glittered through her eyes, then perhaps the man she feared would not be aware it was there at all. He might even think that she was entirely confident, dauntless. He might believe her veneer of bravery.”
― Paint
― Paint
“I was scarcely the first, nor the only current, girl of impressive derivation to be unceremoniously thrust through the iron gate at the entrance of Le Murate by parents whose aspirations for their daughters did not include marriage. Our paths to the convent were varied, but no matter. We all wound up in the same habit.”
― Paint
― Paint
“He was an indecent man, I told myself - prayerfully - and then I prayed for him to become decent.”
― Paint
― Paint
“Praying to the Almighty, Javert?” called a voice, and Javert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Javert tipped his head and said to the others,
"If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you think? But, no, Leclerc. I find no solace in speaking with an imaginary puppeteer.”
Rousseau, who was twenty-five and utterly dim of mind, frowned at Javert’s words. Javert rolled his eyes and sighed,
"I don’t pray.”
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
"If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you think? But, no, Leclerc. I find no solace in speaking with an imaginary puppeteer.”
Rousseau, who was twenty-five and utterly dim of mind, frowned at Javert’s words. Javert rolled his eyes and sighed,
"I don’t pray.”
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
“Youth is as easily wasted as a fine wine consumed by a drunken man. There is no poetry in aging, and Javert lived out the process in its most hideous iteration.”
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
― Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert
