“You don’t let your feelings run around and jump into someone else’s hand.” Mercury made a fist. “You grab on to your own life and push it around where you want it to go.” Mercury believed she had her life… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“Don’t you know you’re beautiful?” Fanny picked up one of my hands as casually as she would a teacup. “Look at this, look at these delicate bones, nails as glossy as porcelain. I can’t stand it.” She dropped my hand and fell back into her chair in one motion. “I think it’s that curl of a smile that finally does… — Susan Power Copy Share
“She had always been different, even when she tried not to be, unable to curb her curiosity which led her to read a great… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“When I thought of them together, I saw my sister perched behind Philbert on a bucking Brahma bull. She wasn’t grasping her boyfriend around… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“Margaret peered at her reflecion, moving the compact in a circle so she could see her entire face. She though she looked transparent as… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“Lake Michigan had tempted her. It was a clear emerald green, and she could see to the bottom. The sand looked soft.” — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“A permanent dull ache spread from my belly to my chest. I thought I could feel pinpricks of loneliness in the pads of my… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“A vast mirror hung above his desk, its gilt frame a horror of twisted vines and sharp leaves, angry looking foliage. I thought of… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“I’m your friend now,” she told Harley as she massaged his neck and shoulders. “I have plenty of soul to spare. I’m rubbing it… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“We worked well together because I was quiet, fascinated by her stories of Wisconsin, which, as she told it, was not only the center… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“You don’t let your feelings run around and jump into someone else’s hand.” Mercury made a fist. “You grab on to your own life… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
“She took to praying to Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit of her childhood, who had not been a jealous God, she thought, but had… — Susan Power Copy Share Image
