“My own words cast a shadow a never meant. Please forget them. Or not. The shadows we speak sometimes are what tell us how astonishing the morning, is, as here, where a last owl tightens a grip on a branch,… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Emily felt the sweet strains of paranoia drifting back. They told her to look over her shoulder, and when she did, they told her to check the lock on the door, and when she did that, they told her that… — Amelia Gray Copy Share Image
