“Bubba said something about Willowdean having a stalker,” Miz Demetrice said. “A stalker?” Aunt Caressa repeated as if she was unfamiliar with the word. “You know, someone who follows you around, sends you cards, dead flowers, and turns up unwanted,”… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“He was beginning to sound like a charismatic preacher on a Sunday after the welfare checks had been delivered.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The superstitious one will never walk upon a grave. It's said that its sinful in the day and terrible bad luck in the dark.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The more of it there is, The less you will ever see. What is it? It is darkness.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“just remember, ‘Three things cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“you,” he responded instantly. “Do you feel all right? The doctor said you could have some odd feelings when you awoke. The enhanced perceptions… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“She could be a tap-dancing, cross dressing, Frank Sinatra fan and he would be pleased she continued to breath.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“The Whitelaw shifters were clannish by nature and generally unhappy with their lot. Even in the freedom of the United States, they greedily wanted… — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Donovan ripped the shirt from her body and said, “Just let it happen, Isabella.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Bubba showed it to his mother. Then he played the tape. It was about ten minutes of moaning, wailing, and some chains rattling.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
“Buried ever so deep, Piled over with heavy stones, Yet I will Effortlessly dig up the disembodied bones. What am I? I am memories.” — C.L. Bevill Copy Share Image
