“The years would not wait for Zealers and saviors, not for chance nor hope. The erratic line would scribble on until Nyra washed away from life itself, her youth stolen forever by the malediction that was wishing.” — Kelly Michelle Baker Copy Share Image
“The years would not wait for Zealers and saviors, not for chance nor hope. The erratic line would scribble on until Nyra washed away… — Kelly Michelle Baker Copy Share Image
