“She reached into the burlap sack that she kept draped over her shoulder and retrieved a large spray of lavender and bunches of marigold. "To decorate your supper club," Ms. Rose said. "They are the colors of Mardi Gras: purple… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Every time they shared their talent, they discovered that one of them had a unique gift. Clio had always possessed a keen mind and… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“You’re on Facebook, Uncle Reid?” Athens asked. “Of course he is,” Liliana said. “That’s where all the old people go to waste their time.”… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Your restaurant never would have survived in that area. Where it is now, over there in Tremé, is much more suited for your type… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“ "Not only will the masses forever sing your praises for saving them from Titan rule, but they will associate you with feelings of… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, an ethereal haze formed above their heads, and images of the words they sang began to dance in the sky. The gods all… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“I have dementia,” Lucien stated. Mack couldn’t have been more stunned if he’d knocked the art books off the coffee table and started breakdancing… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“It's nothing to fear," Mel said. "They are just souls longing for someone to care about them." She put a hand to her chest… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Someone needs to be concerned about those girls." "Kara and Kendra know that I am only a phone call away." "Would you even answer… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“As she waited for the soul-crushing grief to envelop her, an odd thing happened. The grief failed to materialize. Instead, she felt... joy. An… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“Now, what should we call ourselves?" "Well, in the old language, mousa means a source of inspiration," Clio said. "Why don't we call ourselves… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“ THE MUSES Calliope (Cal-LIE-oh-pee) Muse of Epic Poetry Clio (CLEE-oh) Muse of History Melpomene (Mel-PAH-muh-nee) Muse of Tragedy Terpsichore (Terp-SIC-or-ree) Muse of Dance… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
“As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other… — Farrah Rochon Copy Share Image
