“Immy knocked on his open door. "Mr. Mallett?" The look on his narrow face was pained. "What's with the Mr. Mallett? When you don't call me Mike, it's usually trouble.” — Kaye George Copy Share Image
“That's it, Uncle Huey!" Imogene Duckworthy whipped off her apron and flung it onto the slick, stainless steel counter. "I quit!" If only her… — Kaye George Copy Share Image
“Imogene Duckworthy did not like pigs. She was fairly fond of cattle, having grown up surrounded by them. She hadn't been around pigs much.… — Kaye George Copy Share Image
“There was that sound again--snap, then a footfall. She tried to whirl around as a dark form--Dear God--sprang with a splash from the darkness--grabbed… — Kaye George Copy Share Image
“There has always been the wind. Since our planet began to turn, there has been the wind. This ball of dirt and fire and… — Kaye George Copy Share Image
“Immy knocked on his open door. "Mr. Mallett?" The look on his narrow face was pained. "What's with the Mr. Mallett? When you don't… — Kaye George Copy Share Image
