“Are you going to take Sang to the football games, Dakota? It'd make a nice date." (...) "Holy shit," Gabriel said. "The… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“It worried me that perhaps my voice was permanently damaged. I couldn’t stand to think that was the case. I would be… — C.L. Stone Voice Copy Share Image
“He dropped my fingers and planted his palms on the counter, one on either side of me. He kept them close enough… — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
