“His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The sun was setting on another day in Laurel Cove, though he couldn’t help but wonder what… — Teresa Tysinger Copy Share Image
“I gazed at him, silhouetted in the moonlight from the window - feeling soft inside, when I never felt soft, and worshipful, when I thought the gods had died.” — Amy Lane Copy Share Image
