“If we give ourselves up to our feelings, aren’t we destined to make the same mistakes all over again?” — Patricia Forde Copy Share Image
“John Noa moved slowly toward the window. Old age had not been kind to him, and though he could still sit a horse, his… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“She hurried through the door to where she could see the counter. At first, she thought the boy had left, and then she saw… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“If we give ourselves up to our feelings, aren’t we destined to make the same mistakes all over again?” — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“It was busy in Central Kitchen. The line snaked around the walls and tailed out the door, past the two burly gavvers and onto… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“that they were no different than the beetle or the rat. Their arrogance would not survive his determination. He noticed that his hands were… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“apples, strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries. There were no pineapples.” — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“the forest glowered in the evening light, surrounding the town with its secrets and its plots, casting dark shadows on their lives. To her… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
“The room was large and airy. Shelves lined the walls on three sides, shelves that stretched way above his head, bending under the weight… — Patricia Forde Copy Share
