“They look at me, and they only see one part of me. One purpose. They will laugh whether I want them to or not.… — Kristin Bailey Copy Share Image
“The song continued and in the mists of the strange grove, a woman appeared. Her skin was as dark as the rich harvest earth,… — Kristin Bailey Copy Share Image
“Believing is easy. Wynn's voice in his memory sounded so matter-of-fact, as if her words were the simplest of truths. Perhaps they were.” — Kristin Bailey Copy Share Image
“He could sit in the dust and dark of the carriage house and rot for the rest of his life. Clearly that's what he… — Kristin Bailey Copy Share Image
