His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands. — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“How strange to have a sister, Valarie thought. Someone you might have been.” — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“If the innocent are unjust, I'd rather be counted among the guilty." -Valerie” — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“Take it easy, friend," siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry was in. "Friend? You left us. In the caves." Henry's muscles tensed. Peter stepped back cautiously. Henry didn't look like himself. "Seems someone can't hold his drink," Peter said. He didn't go further, sensing then that Valerie might be thinking of her father. "And now," Henry… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share
“Though Valerie and Peter were dancing differently, their bodies moving in different ways, they were both doing the same dance. It was a jealousy… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.” — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing,… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“Valerie stood with the other women, watching the men go. She couldn't help bristling at this division of the sexes. Her fingers itched to… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“The wolf lives right here. In this village". He looked at the villages. "Among you. It is one of you.” — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands. — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“If you're the wolf, though, I'll chop off your head and piss down the hole” — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“I am going to save your daughter. And then I intend to marry her. I would like your blessing in this, but I can… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
“ Peter had stolen a knife. We were seven years old, and we'd caught a rabbit in a trap. We looked at each other… — Sarah Blakley-Cartwright Copy Share Image
