“Katja kneeled in the Parisian streets, shaking and weak from the pain in her head and heart. It had come a second ago—a vague vision from another decade, nearly forgotten by its sender and screaming with emotional turmoil. And only… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see his eyes. They seemed haunted, lost in some way. He was tall and gaunt, starkly pale in his black clothes. He was the very picture of Anton, even sharing his world-weary eyes of deepest blue. She… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share
“He came through the door howling, an axe arched high over his head. His eyes danced in madness, stuck fast on the two of… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Tonight his father had caught up, carrying all the horrors of hell with him. His mother could no longer protect him—hide him—and now his… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“She remembers blood. A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“A figure held his daughter in the rocker. In the dim light he couldn’t make out the features, but the sight of anyone he… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Rushing out the door on his way back to the street, he ran into someone with his shoulder. Turning to apologize to them, he… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Katja kneeled in the Parisian streets, shaking and weak from the pain in her head and heart. It had come a second ago—a vague… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“There she was, up on that bed pushing and pushing just as they’d practiced. She was dilated and the tension had been building to… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Billy sipped the last of his coffee from the mug and shut down his laptop. 1,000 words wasn’t great but it also wasn’t as… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
“Raven had been shunned and abandoned throughout his life. Friends often came and went without a word or worse, they toyed with his emotions… — Amanda M. Lyons Copy Share Image
