“When the moon was high over the moors, Rhineholt became a dark place with long, lonely corridors whose shadows gave breath to many secrets.” — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“It was a privileged existence, but also a cage, beautifully decorated, but locked tight always.” — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“The trees seemed to have eyes that were watching us and reaching out for me. They began to take on the shape of the… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“She shoved her to the dirty floor and pressed an open palm against her shoulder to hold her down while her rage and sorrow… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick or treat"… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“It was dark, now, the gossamer moon hanging among diamond stars in the soft black of the night.” — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“When the moon was high over the moors, Rhineholt became a dark place with long, lonely corridors whose shadows gave breath to many secrets.” — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
“The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black… — Amber Newberry Copy Share Image
