“Beautiful. Belle is French for beautiful.” “Oh dear.” She could never live up to her name. The thought made her want to cry. “Please, sir.” “But you are beautiful. It mystifies me that you don’t seem to believe that fact.”… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“I’m a coward.” “No—” “Don’t deny what we both know to be true.” Richard put his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. “You are worn down… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“Day by day, the constant solitude drove him deeper inside himself, with only his thoughts for companions. Soon he might lose the capacity for… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“Her shame, she was certain, marked her in ways apparent to anyone who looked closely. It had grown to her like a second skin” — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“Beautiful. Belle is French for beautiful.” “Oh dear.” She could never live up to her name. The thought made her want to cry. “Please,… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“He fell silent, a silence with edges like broken glass that scraped across her heart.” — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“Jonathan’s arm jerked to the side in clumsy reaction, tipping over the bottle of ink that sat on the desk beside his papers. He… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“We must hold our secrets to ourselves. They define us. They are all we have.” — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
