“So now the sky was falling. Maybe the end of the world. Maybe Jesus coming again. That suited her. White lights shot across the sky. She lost count. She stood and watched through Sidney's telescope and felt. For the first… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“To my way of thinking, no one can live in the grandest cathedral on earth, the Rocky Mountains, and not know that there's someone… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Mary Connealy is a Carol Award winner and a RITA Award finalist. An author, journalist, and teacher, she lives on a ranch in eastern… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“beautiful. “But if we get out of here and you’re . . . uh . . . old and—” ugly—“sixty years old or something . . .” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Are they supposed to cry so much and giggle every second when they're not crying? They never quit finding something so funny that I… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Rafe hadn’t been around women much, but since he’d gotten married to one of the little critters, he’d noticed they seemed to have to… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“True treasure is inside your heart - it's a soul that is at peace with God. So live your life for God. Not for… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“The man was a lunatic who somehow could tap into sanity when he looked her in the eye. What did that man make her?… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Of course she'd told him she would, but if the man hadn't registered her sarcasm, then he wasn't making full use of his ears.” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“We're married. I will protect you. I will die for you. Better than that. I will live for you.” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Before they quit skidding, three sets of hands were dragging Seth off of her. Julia was yelling threats and orders. Rafe had Seth in… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“The decent, strong person had to do decent, strong things like love unlovable people and keep peace even when it wasn't easy.” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“the light . . . Well, that was in his head now, and he couldn’t get it out. Yep, awkward, sure enough. And yet, she’d felt very… — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
“Mary Connealy is a Carol Award winner and a RITA Award finalist. An author,” — Mary Connealy Copy Share Image
