“Jasper.” “Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened his eyes. It was still dark outside his window. “What’s wrong?” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“He gazed up at the spot where her window had looked out over the fields. Smoke had billowed out through the hole in the… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Jasper.” “Hmm,” he mumbled. “Jasper, wake up.” His mother shook his shoulder. “You need to get up, baby. Get dressed.” “What?” Jasper Leary opened… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Wouldn’t that be nice? To not exist? To just up and vanish in the night? To fly away? My next life I want to… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“all the matches from you . . . So, what were you doin’ out there anyway?” Jasper frowned. His uncle thought he might’ve tried to kill… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Occam’s razor told her that the police were right, but she couldn’t believe it.” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Books are the most precious things we have in this world. Anything you might want to know, you can find in a book.” — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“the way out the door. It was Tuesday, August 12, 1952. His mother should have been heading to work down at the dairy that… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
“Gleaming letters spelled out “First Bank of Cleveland Est. 1903” on the wall over two solid metal doors with swirling cast-bronze handles that led… — D.M. Pulley Copy Share Image
