My French family will put up a terrible fuss, said Sarah anxiously. Pierre might even summon his fellow officers and do something violent.Eben grinned. Not if I have Huron warriors behind me.
Sometimes, when he was older, and especially after he became taller than his mother, he would put his arms around her and silently hold her, and feel her pain right through the fold of his embrace.
Her eye was caught by a pile of red hair on the seat next to her. She had forgotten about the stupid little girl. She could not remember what her plans had been. What was she supposed to do with this...
Her name was Janie and she loved her shoes and she loved her doggy back home and basically she loved everything. Hannah quickly tired of this kid’s happiness.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
The only evil is that I don't mind that it happened.
I stalked you. Don’t be mad.
I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about tha...
I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of...
Michael took pictures of everybody. We’ll want to remember this, he told Janie.
It’s me! Mercy Carter! Oh, Mr. Williams! Do you have news? She flung herself on top of him. Oh, his beautiful beard! The beard of a real father, not a pretend Indian father or a French church father....
Listen to Sarah Hoyt! cried Ruth. Her long bony face was twisted with anger and hunger. She’s actually laughing. I despise her! It dishonors the dead to make friends with their murderers.Eben’s heart...
And it isn’t creepy. It’s romantic.
Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.
By noon the next day, she had pulled off three more ATM events.
People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.
Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.
Foster children could pack quickly. Every move Matt had ever made took only minutes, whereas when real people moved, they spent weeks getting ready, filling huge vans and leaving a trail of cardboard...
He felt enormously tired, as if he were an autumn leaf and his season were over. He felt ready to fall from the branch.
I have no beliefs, said her mother. Only hopes.
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