Quote by Robert R. McCammon Download Open image ““There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.”” — Robert R. McCammon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Put one foot forward and the other will get you to where you are going~!" Bag Lady, Swan Song” — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
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