“Oscar pushed a strand of her loose raven hair behind her ear, and Camille knew she hadn’t completely failed. The man she loved, and who loved her, was alive when, under all normal circumstance, he shouldn’t be. How could that… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Their voices echoed over the stream and along the edge of the trees. She saw the tail end of a smile on Oscar’s lips. “I thought you didn’t like to sing,” she said. He’d always remained silent while the crew… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Holy gallnipper, how long till we hit the magic trail? It’s gloomier than my own funeral I here.” Camille adjusted the bag’s rope and… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar pushed a strand of her loose raven hair behind her ear, and Camille knew she hadn’t completely failed. The man she loved, and… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“It’s already midmorning, and we’ve got beasts to outrun, holes to avoid, and whopper spiders to squish before we make it back to the… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Oscar, we’re alive and in Melbourne and that’s all that matters.” The door clicked shut behind him. He placed the bowl on the dresser… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing she could say something more meaningful. “I’m not. If he’d been a good uncle, I’d have stayed in Boston.… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered. “Before dawn we’ll see what we can gather up.” His eyes rested on her forehead, on the new… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“The stone is not a plaything for little girls, Camille.” He hardened his stare. She tried to keep her eyes equally fierce. “The path… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Didn’t I advise you to forget the stone? Didn’t I tell you it would be mine? Look at everything you’ve lost.” He threw the… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“I’ll need a deposit, of course. I think that’s where your ring comes in handy.” Ira extended his open hand toward Camille. She took… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Was that a wolf?” Camille asked Ira, who was bent over the fire. The echoing howl faded in the crackle of the wood. “No… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Life just changes. Like a stormy headwind, Camille thought. First blowing the sails in one direction and then, without warning at all, shifting course.” — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“So the highlands?” Ira nodded and tugged the reins, moving up the trail. Oscar swung his rifle to the back, away from Camille. She… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“She was brave, wasn’t she? Look what she’d done. She hadn’t run back to the safety of San Francisco, but toward something dangerous and… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Do you recall where the lamps were?” Camille whispered. In the dark, in someone else’s home, whispering seemed more appropriate. A clunk off to… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
“Don’t look so grim. When you get home, I’m sure Randall will buy you all the rings you want. One for every day of… — Angie Frazier Copy Share Image
