“The desire to know the future gnaws at our bones. That is where it started, and might have ended, years ago. I had cast the stones, seeing their faces flicker and fall: Death, Love, Murder, Treachery, Hope. We are a… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The road is long and the end is death, he thought, remembering all the times his mother had said that. If we're lucky.” — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The fact that she was still alive felt wrong, out of balance. She didn't feel special, or protected, or gods-bound. She thought the gods… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“The desire to know the future gnaws at our bones. That is where it started, and might have ended, years ago. I had cast… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“There were worse things than death. There would be a leap and a moment suspended, then a long hopeless curve to the rocks and… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
“It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though… — Pamela Freeman Copy Share Image
