“In his dreams—not the scariest thing in the world, a waterslide. Some of his clients told of nightmarish chases, being pursued by fantastic and deadly creatures, or of being buried alive, or falling forever. Others...weren’t even safe during the hours… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
“France? Eugh. It’s so…full of the French,” she said. “I can’t stand it. The language, the culture, the wine, the food. All dreadful.” She… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
“What would she have made of her life in the absence of childbirth? Maybe no more than she did in its presence and to… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
“In his dreams—not the scariest thing in the world, a waterslide. Some of his clients told of nightmarish chases, being pursued by fantastic and… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
“Hello,” he smiled warmly and his big, brown eyes twinkled. “I’m James. James Brown.” “Nice one,” she giggled. “Yes, my parents thought so too.”… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
“The magnificence of the English spring had stilled not only his tongue, but his thoughts also. His brain, always run ragged with theories and… — Debbie McGowan Copy Share Image
