“Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on the lobe of her left ear. Did she know it was there? It was a lover's… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“You think of me like a book?' 'Of course,' she said. 'To open your pages is to be taken into another world.” — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.” — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
“Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on… — Beatrice Colin Copy Share Image
