“The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began to hum… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.” “Yeah, well, maybe it’s time to let another man have it, you… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
“In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
