“Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.” — Greever Williams Copy Share Image
“You don’t have to go to church and sit in a pew to find faith. Look into the eyes of a newborn baby or… — Greever Williams Copy Share Image
“The Captain, so close as he was, didn’t warrant their attention. Even a fly on a horse’s hindquarters gets a tail whip. And that… — Greever Williams Copy Share Image
“Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.” — Greever Williams Copy Share Image
