“As she waited for the soul-crushing grief to envelop her, an odd thing happened. The grief failed to materialize. Instead, she felt... joy. An overwhelming sense of peace weaved its way around her sadness. Tiana knew she would always miss… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other side of the glass. The fog had thinned, but only in the area surrounding their house,… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Every time they shared their talent, they discovered that one of them had a unique gift. Clio had always possessed a keen mind and… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“You’re on Facebook, Uncle Reid?” Athens asked. “Of course he is,” Liliana said. “That’s where all the old people go to waste their time.”… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Your restaurant never would have survived in that area. Where it is now, over there in Tremé, is much more suited for your type… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“ "Not only will the masses forever sing your praises for saving them from Titan rule, but they will associate you with feelings of… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, an ethereal haze formed above their heads, and images of the words they sang began to dance in the sky. The gods all… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“I have dementia,” Lucien stated. Mack couldn’t have been more stunned if he’d knocked the art books off the coffee table and started breakdancing… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“It's nothing to fear," Mel said. "They are just souls longing for someone to care about them." She put a hand to her chest… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Someone needs to be concerned about those girls." "Kara and Kendra know that I am only a phone call away." "Would you even answer… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“As she waited for the soul-crushing grief to envelop her, an odd thing happened. The grief failed to materialize. Instead, she felt... joy. An… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Now, what should we call ourselves?" "Well, in the old language, mousa means a source of inspiration," Clio said. "Why don't we call ourselves… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“ THE MUSES Calliope (Cal-LIE-oh-pee) Muse of Epic Poetry Clio (CLEE-oh) Muse of History Melpomene (Mel-PAH-muh-nee) Muse of Tragedy Terpsichore (Terp-SIC-or-ree) Muse of Dance… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Our group name is the Muses," Calli said. Zeus smiled. "I like that. The Muses, Goddesses of the Arts and Proclaimers of Heroes.” — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“How's it looking out there, Mama?" "Like all the Mardi Gras revelers have converged on this place," Eudora said. "The line of people waiting… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“ The five of you are never more powerful than when you lift your voices together. How many times had her mother spoken those… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
