“Great flocks of raindrops swelled and folded, and fell upon her like insects to a feast. She hadn’t thought to bring a raincoat; she was not well-prepared, and she hated that. Her mind seemed as stirred, dark and brooding, as… — J.R. Tompkins Copy Share Image
“Great flocks of raindrops swelled and folded, and fell upon her like insects to a feast. She hadn’t thought to bring a raincoat; she… — J.R. Tompkins Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t move you more than when it’s in the iron of your own blood.” — J.R. Tompkins Copy Share Image
“I do so much writing. But so much of it never goes anywhere, never sees any light of day. I suppose that's like gardening… — J.R. Tompkins Copy Share Image
