“Bubba mimicked the motion. “So does yours.” Sheriff John shrugged. “For your information, I’ve always had doubts about your guilt. So I wasn’t necessarily wrong.” Bubba” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Hey,” said Bubba. “You owe me an apology.” Sheriff John choked for a moment. “I don’t think so.” “Cain’t you even say you was wrong about me?” “I notice that your accent goes country when you want it to,” Sheriff… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“He was beginning to sound like a charismatic preacher on a Sunday after the welfare checks had been delivered.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The superstitious one will never walk upon a grave. It's said that its sinful in the day and terrible bad luck in the dark.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The more of it there is, The less you will ever see. What is it? It is darkness.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“just remember, ‘Three things cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“you,” he responded instantly. “Do you feel all right? The doctor said you could have some odd feelings when you awoke. The enhanced perceptions… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“She could be a tap-dancing, cross dressing, Frank Sinatra fan and he would be pleased she continued to breath.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The Whitelaw shifters were clannish by nature and generally unhappy with their lot. Even in the freedom of the United States, they greedily wanted… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Donovan ripped the shirt from her body and said, “Just let it happen, Isabella.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Bubba showed it to his mother. Then he played the tape. It was about ten minutes of moaning, wailing, and some chains rattling.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Buried ever so deep, Piled over with heavy stones, Yet I will Effortlessly dig up the disembodied bones. What am I? I am memories.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
