“I’m a coward.” “No—” “Don’t deny what we both know to be true.” Richard put his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. “You are… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“Day by day, the constant solitude drove him deeper inside himself, with only his thoughts for companions. Soon he might lose the… — Sondra Allan Carr Day by day Copy Share Image
“Her shame, she was certain, marked her in ways apparent to anyone who looked closely. It had grown to her like a… — Sondra Allan Carr Shame Copy Share Image
“Beautiful. Belle is French for beautiful.” “Oh dear.” She could never live up to her name. The thought made her want to… — Sondra Allan Carr Beauty Copy Share Image
“He fell silent, a silence with edges like broken glass that scraped across her heart.” — Sondra Allan Carr Broken glass Copy Share Image
“I prefer the keen edge of truth to the dull comfort of lies.” — Sondra Allan Carr Truth Copy Share Image
“Jonathan’s arm jerked to the side in clumsy reaction, tipping over the bottle of ink that sat on the desk beside his… — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
“We must hold our secrets to ourselves. They define us. They are all we have.” — Sondra Allan Carr Copy Share Image
