“That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a new thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver went up her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis of grace?” — Penelope Marzec Copy Share Image
“She did not want to know what charm he had used to make her love him so deeply. She did not want to know… — Penelope Marzec Copy Share Image
“That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then a new thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver went up her spine. What did… — Penelope Marzec Copy Share Image
