The roses came down and they blinded me. I felt the soft kisses of their petals as they rained onto me; they became a second skin. They became a second soul. They became the epitome of someone who had loved me. They contracted between my toes now, swirling all over me. I heard a sweet mystic sing in loud whispers far off and against the hard and affectionate weight of the floral rain. Yet past the storm and through the petals I could just barely make out a creature in the distance. This beast watched me through the storm.
"In her short life, Scurry manages to reach well beyond her years.Scurry reaches deep inside you with her work.in a way that reflects the good and evil."-Reginald M. Felton, lobbyist and community activist
"E. Tara Scurry is a bright, new, and upcoming author. Storm of Roses is a great balance of internal conflict and reality. This book will make you wrestle with your own beliefs!"-Squire Servance, staff editor, Duke Journal of Gender Law & Policy