“When she was a child, she'd often wondered about the old manor. Some said the place was haunted, but she thought it… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“With all the flourishes and flowers, these pictures seemed to be created by a young woman anyway. At least one who was… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“She returned to the floor, and a tray appeared beside her with a sandwich, glass of milk, and some cubes of cantaloupe.… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“The title on the front of the sketchbook was written in bold cursive: 'Libby's Book of Butterflies.' One of the edges was… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“In seconds, the room flooded with wide-eyed girls wanting to meet the artist of the butterfly stories. Stories about healing and redemption.… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower in the old garden, gracing the silvery-blue tips of the crocuses and what remained of… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“She didn't look up, her gaze focused entirely on the paper before her as she drew what looked like a wing. He… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share Image
“The hill between the manor and forest displayed layers of Lady Croft's prized gardens. Paved pathways wove through a formal Italian garden, rose garden,… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“That's what she wanted more than anything. To be free of her anger. Wounds.” — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“When she was a child, she'd often wondered about the old manor. Some said the place was haunted, but she thought it mysterious. Sometimes… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“He unzipped the nylon case, and inside was a discolored frame that smelled like smoke. A thin layer of soot covered the painting under… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“With all the flourishes and flowers, these pictures seemed to be created by a young woman anyway. At least one who was young at… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“With a quick thank-you, I focused my attention on the pastry he brought. The flavors melted in my mouth- warm chocolate and melted butter… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“With my wet hair wrapped in a towel, I retrieved the tray of food, placed it on the coffee table, and breathed in the… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“She returned to the floor, and a tray appeared beside her with a sandwich, glass of milk, and some cubes of cantaloupe. She didn't… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“Christopher Westcott slowly drank his pint of ale at the Bird and Baby, as locals liked to call the Eagle and Child, and basked… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“The title on the front of the sketchbook was written in bold cursive: 'Libby's Book of Butterflies.' One of the edges was folded, and… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“In seconds, the room flooded with wide-eyed girls wanting to meet the artist of the butterfly stories. Stories about healing and redemption. Love and… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“Ella woke again as they entered the picturesque village of Bibury. A stone bridge arched over the placid River Coln, and Ella craned her… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“He cleared our bowls and replaced my soup with a plate of creamy chicken with baby potatoes, carrots, and leeks. In front of Riley,… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“Quickly she shredded the cabbage on the chopping block and tossed it along with the onion and tomatoes in a blue Pyrex bowl. Then… — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
“What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. THOMAS PAINE, THE AMERICAN CRISIS, 1776” — Melanie Dobson Copy Share
