“I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“He knows that when she passes, a grief will rip through him unlike anything he has ever known. Preparing for it doesn't help. He… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white,… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“I sit on my narrow bunk and caress my long yellow toenails and stare at my walls.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“[...] and every time she says the word, it breaks her heart into pieces that she has to pick up in her hands and… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“In the years since, she had discovered the sacrament of life did not demand memory. Like a leaf that drank from the morning dew,… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“Inside, the lies you tell become the person you become. On the outside, sun and reality shrink people back to their actual size. In… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“she winds her way through gorgeous blue conifer forests, past glistening rivers and curves that give glimpses of heaven.” — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“She said we are all part of a secret club. Someday, she said, we will take over the earth. It will be people like… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
“She thinks how sad it is that we remember the killers and not their victims. What if the world forgot Hitler and remembered all… — Rene Denfeld Copy Share Image
