“I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.” — Rachel Brady Copy Share Image
“Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Across the rectory's east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged… — Cash Peters Copy Share Image
