“He pressed the blade of his sword into the ground. As he pulled his arm over his head for a stretch, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and over a row of muscles on his stomach. I swallowed… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“Sweat trickled down my sides inside my sweater. "Why? Why did you do this?" "Because this is your life, Clay: fleeting, ephemeral, and insignificant except for one thing, that El loved you. And you have missed it. Missed it all,… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
