“Essie came up behind Rosie and put an arm around her neck, then took the glass from her hand. "God, I hope that's vodka." She drained it in one swallow and grimaced. "Definitely not.” — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Essie came up behind Rosie and put an arm around her neck, then took the glass from her hand. "God, I hope that's vodka."… — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Don't be a hero for me." Only for you , Rosie thought but didn't say it.” — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Rosie, it's okay, it's me." She knew that voice. She pulled the hand off her mouth. "Pip?" He let her go and she spun… — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“No, she doesn't look like she's from anywhere near Central, does she? You a dirt-muncher too, newbie, fresh off the farm? Or are you… — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Hey, I'm still the walking wounded, you know," he protested. "You were shot on the other side," Rosie said drily. "And since when do… — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Pip was trembling with fatigue. "I gotta sit down." He made it to a chair before he collapsed and Cassie was immediately there with… — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“Well, they asked for it," Essie said. "People should learn not to mess with the Black women.” — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
“He took an enormous mouthful of grains, speaking around it. "You feen weddie?" Gillian raised an eyebrow. "I don't speak moronese.” — Lara Morgan Copy Share Image
