“Outside, as she passed the kitchen window, she watched her breath appear before her in the lamplight and then it died away in moist clouds. This was the smoke of her internal fire and her soul. Every breath was a… — Paulette Jiles Copy Share Image
“Twenty steps in, she felt her soul grind to a halt. Go back. She couldn’t even argue. She doubled back and stared at Blake’s form. Something was different. He wasn’t there. No. She ran to him. Setting her ear to… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
