“Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond-studded time piece should have been. "That little bastard--" Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
Possibilities swung from the ropes of his life like charms on a watch chain, golden. — Susan Moody Copy Share Image
