“I sit on a foldaway chair at the lakeside, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the sunset behind distant clouds, pondering my next novel, which will be more truth than fiction. More memoir than tale. It will begin at the Third… — I.J. Sarfeh Copy Share Image
“I sit on a foldaway chair at the lakeside, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the sunset behind distant clouds, pondering my next novel, which… — I.J. Sarfeh Copy Share Image
“They dumped him in the orphanage as dust and dirt swirled in fierce desert winds howling like jackals. It was a day when hawks… — I.J. Sarfeh Copy Share Image
