“Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other… — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
“Jenny threw back her head and laughed, laughter that rang out through the leaves if the oak tree above them. Jack pulled her to… — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
“Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a… — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
“Even the things that showed him his path seemed to point at what a fool he was. Another of life's ironies? Or just fate's… — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
“Beware a kiss, he told her. Kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul.” — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
“She was talking to a tree. Just talking to a tree. Totally normal. People probably did it every day here. They're only trees. She… — Ruth Frances Long Copy Share Image
