“The teacher took two long strides and stood beside Parker’s desk. Before the boy could speak, Mr. Earl threw the desktop open. For a second, he stared into it. A white glow reflected off his face. “What is this?” he… — James van Pelt Copy Share Image
“Writing fiction feels like an adventurous act, nudging aside reality a word at a time.” — James Van Pelt Copy Share Image
“The teacher took two long strides and stood beside Parker’s desk. Before the boy could speak, Mr. Earl threw the desktop open. For a… — James van Pelt Copy Share Image
