“Northfield Free Academy, there was a long and proud tradition of seniors who attempted to do the seemingly impossible. In 1972, the senior class had managed to secretly rewire the school's public address system. The result had been one hundred… — Ron Ripley Copy Share Image
“thick trees stood on either side of the wide front door. A thick stone wall, nearly as tall as Shane’s father, protected the whole… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“The first thing Rick noticed was the lack of noise. No birds sang in the trees. No squirrels ran across the yard.” — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“The music washed over Shane as he stepped into a dimly lit space. Thick rugs covered the floor, and stacks of written music were… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“nasty, priggish colonel.” “How did you kill him?” Frank asked, looking up into Jack’s eyes. “I twisted his head off his neck, I did,”… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“Words are power. And a few have the ability to end lives. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. This is true,… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“The many joys of leadership, he thought, chuckling. “What’s funny?” Larry asked, looking at him. “Just thinking of the parents,” Mitchell replied. Larry rolled… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“Don’t be mad at Dave because Marilyn’s dead, Mitchell scolded himself. He means well. One of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard him say,… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“Northfield Free Academy, there was a long and proud tradition of seniors who attempted to do the seemingly impossible. In 1972, the senior class… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“She doesn’t like ducks,” Shane said, nodding. “I’ve seen a couple of dead ducks before my dad fishes them out. He says they died… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“Bruce, what’s going on?” Larry asked when he picked up. “You need to come here,” Bruce said. “You need to come over to Deer… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“The strange stairwell was dim, and Shane could barely see a door at the top. The sound of the violin came through it and… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
“Alopecia areata, he thought, running a hand over his smooth scalp. His pale skin looked sickly in the light of the fluorescent lamp above… — Ron Ripley Copy Share
