“She is no longer a solitary being. She is a million different parts, each reborn, granted the miracle she prayed for in… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“And in front of it all are the pearly gates: the proverbial entrance to Heaven that she, in earthly life, thought might… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“A slight breeze cooled the Hawaiian spring air, swaying the branches of palm trees, which cast black silhouettes against the purple and orange colors… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“There was something wolfish about him. Not in the sexy Twilight New Moon way, but in the I’ll-eat-your-grandmother way.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Before them is the most beautiful city she has ever seen, has ever imagined. Golden rooftops shine brightly; windows made from diamonds and rubies… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“In her experience, there were only two kinds of guys: the ones into sports and the ones into video gaming. It seemed guys had… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“When everything was laid out before her, she felt safe, loved even. She was always trying to be more organized than she was. She… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“She is no longer a solitary being. She is a million different parts, each reborn, granted the miracle she prayed for in the months… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The hours went by quickly, like the proverbial sands slipping down, down, down the center of the hourglass.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
