“His soul,the only fire in a frozen river,spoke up and identified the sound as the Language of the Dead.” — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“Oh, but somehow, some way, maybe she had and just didn't know it. Those strange workings destined to always end with her standing like… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“All the whys and how comes he'd hidden from and maybe, just maybe, she could tell him of things he'd missed. Love overlooked.” — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“Something nameless yet essential was gone from him and he couldn't bear the thought of it being stolen. It wasn't a feeling of great… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“In that moment she hated Sar, hated his simple way of life and the power he'd given her over it. Hated that somewhere, someone… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“She didn't turn away, only watched, her black, black eyes nothing more than objects of dark existence, being rather than seeing, and he loved… — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
“His soul,the only fire in a frozen river,spoke up and identified the sound as the Language of the Dead.” — Rebecca Hill Copy Share Image
