“Century and after century, headstones and grave markers were crafted, marble shrines to lost life and to bodies that could neither see nor touch nor think nor feel, bodies that were respected and appreciated more after death than some ever… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“In my stories, I wrote Malcolm as fire and gold and power, but here in my arms, Colin is cedar, silver, and summer air.” — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“I was supposed to earn my doctorate, become a literature professor, settle down with a nice, normal husband and raise a nice, normal family.… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“It’s strange. I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince everyone that I’m completely normal. You know, that I can’t see dead people.… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“You want to go to college?” She’d have thought that he’d be done with school as soon as he graduated. “I’ve flirted with the… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“After walking the Royal Mile, we visit Edinburgh Castle. Overlooking the city from the grassy hilltop of the Castle Rock, the fortress itself looks… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“We’ll actually be staying several nights in Dunadhar Castle but one night, we’re going to be camping out at Loch Ness, just to see… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“I haven’t even been here an hour and already, Edinburgh is the city of my dreams.” — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“God, can you imagine what discovering the Loch Ness Monster would do to Luke's ego?” — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“People tend to think that death is absolute, the one thing we can all be certain about, but that’s not the case. Death is… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
“Love was more than just a fleeting desire, or a brief glimpse into a fairy tale, or a flash of playful flirtation in her… — Jacqueline E. Smith Copy Share Image
