“ Accept your nature, Mikhail. Accept yourself as you are. Mikhail’s laughter was bitter. Everything is so clear to you. You say I am one of God’s children. I have purpose, I should accept my nature. My… Christine Feehan
“ The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin. Richelle E. Goodrich
