Anna: “I thought Indians built fires with fiction.” Charles: “I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song “Ar Lan y Môr.” And if there was something… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“Anna gave Charles a shy kiss on the cheek and strolled out of the room without a backward glance. Until she reached… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
