“It was amazing what an hour with her sketchpad could do for her mood. She was sure that the lines she drew with her black marker were going to save her years of worry lines in the future.” — 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
