“It’s already midmorning, and we’ve got beasts to outrun, holes to avoid, and whopper spiders to squish before we make it back… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered. “Before dawn we’ll see what we can gather up.” His eyes rested on her forehead, on… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Do you think he even knows?” Oscar whispered. Ira sat with a plunk on the couch. “Knows what?” “You’ve obviously never had… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’ll need a deposit, of course. I think that’s where your ring comes in handy.” Ira extended his open hand toward Camille.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Guess this means I’m stuck warming your backside tonight,” Ira said to Oscar as they reached their rooms, directly across the hall… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Whiskey?” Camille cried as she stood on a wharf in Port Adelaide harbor. “You brought us onto a whiskey cargo ship?” Ira… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“If you’re going to shoot me, do it. Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Camille asked. No bullet could hurt worse… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“What am I thinking, to be going after this stone? You were right. It can’t be real. How can it possib;y work?”… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar pushed a strand of her loose raven hair behind her ear, and Camille knew she hadn’t completely failed. The man she… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“At the sound of her uncle’s voice coming from the back door, Jay threw Violet off his lap. Violet giggled as she… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Still, a thrill raced through her when she thought about the one thing she would have. Camille wrapped her arms around Oscar’s… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“We probably won’t arrive home in time for your wedding.” She pictured the wedding gown hanging in her closet. The veil. The… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Making good use of that room?” Lucius asked them, having a laugh with the trollop at his side. Oscar stood unwavering in… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“My Camille,” he said, his voice as soft and powerful as a blow from a bellows, “did you believe you’d sail with… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Holy gallnipper, how long till we hit the magic trail? It’s gloomier than my own funeral I here.” Camille adjusted the bag’s… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Is it Randall?” Oscar sounded out the name with care, as if testing dangerous waters. Camille closed her eyes and turned her… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Celebrating something?” she asked. A wicked smile formed on his lips, showing off his dimples. “Just a good night’s sleep.” She smiled,… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“It’s all right, I got off the ship okay. I’m alive,” he said again. But his voice sounded different now. “I said… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar’s breath warmed the back of her head, his lips brushing against her hair, loosened from a braid. He drew a lock… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Camille heard the rustle of grass. She opened one eye and saw Oscar settling down beside her. “We can spare a few… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“The front door swung open and a gust of wind rushed inside. Boots scuffled along the floor, and Camille turned to see… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Oscar asked. “I’m sure.” The sound of their voices disturbed the night, and her dishonesty disturbed… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“You weren’t supposed to choose me,” he said. Behind them, Ira approached, stunned and speechless for what must have been the first… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Didn’t I advise you to forget the stone? Didn’t I tell you it would be mine? Look at everything you’ve lost.” He… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“The stone is not a plaything for little girls, Camille.” He hardened his stare. She tried to keep her eyes equally fierce.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“A gunshot punctured the air and spooked the birds on tree limbs above. She drew her hand back as the flutter of… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“When was the last contact you had with him?” Oscar asked. Ira took a long swig from his canteen, replaced the cap,… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar hung his jacket on the back of a chair and undid the first few buttons of his checked shirt. Camille’s fingers… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“So you want to turn around? Give up on the chance of having him back?” Oscar took a swig of his canteen,… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“So the highlands?” Ira nodded and tugged the reins, moving up the trail. Oscar swung his rifle to the back, away from… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Cap’n don’t like us tellin’ tales,” another man added. “That’s just ‘round his girl, is all,” the storyteller replied. Camille ceased breathing… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Aware her appearance was nothing short of scandalous, Camille bounded over branches and fallen pine needles to the shield of her horse.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“The renegade strand of hair nipped her eyes once more. With a swift, steady hand, Oscar pushed it away from her face.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Don’t look so grim. When you get home, I’m sure Randall will buy you all the rings you want. One for every… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing she could say something more meaningful. “I’m not. If he’d been a good uncle, I’d have stayed… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Holy gallnipper, how long till we hit the magic trail? It’s gloomier than my own funeral I here.” Camille adjusted the bag’s rope and… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar pushed a strand of her loose raven hair behind her ear, and Camille knew she hadn’t completely failed. The man she loved, and… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“It’s already midmorning, and we’ve got beasts to outrun, holes to avoid, and whopper spiders to squish before we make it back to the… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar, we’re alive and in Melbourne and that’s all that matters.” The door clicked shut behind him. He placed the bowl on the dresser… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing she could say something more meaningful. “I’m not. If he’d been a good uncle, I’d have stayed in Boston.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered. “Before dawn we’ll see what we can gather up.” His eyes rested on her forehead, on the new… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“The stone is not a plaything for little girls, Camille.” He hardened his stare. She tried to keep her eyes equally fierce. “The path… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Didn’t I advise you to forget the stone? Didn’t I tell you it would be mine? Look at everything you’ve lost.” He threw the… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’ll need a deposit, of course. I think that’s where your ring comes in handy.” Ira extended his open hand toward Camille. She took… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Was that a wolf?” Camille asked Ira, who was bent over the fire. The echoing howl faded in the crackle of the wood. “No… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Life just changes. Like a stormy headwind, Camille thought. First blowing the sails in one direction and then, without warning at all, shifting course.” — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“So the highlands?” Ira nodded and tugged the reins, moving up the trail. Oscar swung his rifle to the back, away from Camille. She… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
