“When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“And in front of it all are the pearly gates: the proverbial entrance to Heaven that she, in earthly life, thought might not exist. But they are real, not myth or fantasy. As she passes through them, several people greet… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“A slight breeze cooled the Hawaiian spring air, swaying the branches of palm trees, which cast black silhouettes against the purple and orange colors… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“There was something wolfish about him. Not in the sexy Twilight New Moon way, but in the I’ll-eat-your-grandmother way.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The city of San Francisco engulfed their view through the front windshield. The dazzling light of the late morning sun transformed every glass and… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Before them is the most beautiful city she has ever seen, has ever imagined. Golden rooftops shine brightly; windows made from diamonds and rubies… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“In her experience, there were only two kinds of guys: the ones into sports and the ones into video gaming. It seemed guys had… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the whoosh of the ship combined with the steady beat of the rain to make a concerto, like a pianist fluttering his fingers on the keys at one end and running his fingers up and down the… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share
“When everything was laid out before her, she felt safe, loved even. She was always trying to be more organized than she was. She knew it was weird and blamed her mother, with the lists and notes she’d leave whenever she and Dad went out of town. The labeled dinners in the freezer and the 20 emergency numbers on the… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share
“She is no longer a solitary being. She is a million different parts, each reborn, granted the miracle she prayed for in the months… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“The hours went by quickly, like the proverbial sands slipping down, down, down the center of the hourglass.” — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
“She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share Image
