“Alexandria,” he began, the name lingering on the morning air as though it did not belong amongst trees, but instead somewhere much… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“So – I am n-nothing more than – than a bloody job?! On top of not knowing why you must look after… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
“Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed… — S.C. Parris Copy Share Image
