“Elisa thought how empty the prayers sounded. The words rattled around in the ancient rafters and then returned to them like dead leaves falling from the trees. No life. No shade of hope. Only a cold wind that blew into… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Hot tears rolled from Herschel's eyes and he wiped them away, afraid that they would drip through the boards and onto his father's unfeeling… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Tonight the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come marched in goose-step and raised a hand to salute "Heil Hitler!" Tonight the ghost wore a… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“The seasons sang to him - like ageless hymns with whisperings he could feel, but not fully understand.” — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“The Reich may tell you whom you may love and whom you must hate. Oh, yes, Thomas, the Reich can dictate the inward life… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“A fine way to die, it was. Tom Donovan would be a proud man if he were alive to see how he died.” — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“Why abandon truth because it's out of favor? Hold on to truth long enough and, without a doubt, the world will turn and someone… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
“This is me, God! Elisa. I once saw you in all the world. But the world is dark now, Lord. Full. Full of darkness.… — Bodie Thoene Copy Share Image
