mystery-suspense

The love of money can do wicked things to one's soul.

In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price.

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I__l never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

Call me crotchety, but I didn__ like being bossed around, especially before I__ injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker

Watch out for your daughters.The man is coming.He__l promise you the world.But if you accept, there__ no turning back.Watch out for your daughters.Because here comes Jack.

Whenever there is love beyond boundaries .... Whenever trust flows deeper than oceans .... Nevertheless, a Trial is born .... You pass that trial, sacred you shall be .... if you don't, your are immortal !!!!

How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?

The butterflies swirl again in Sera__ stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul.

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn__ sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might__e been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah__ heart, leaving footprints behind that he__ never seen.

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it__ winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?

I don't believe in writer's block. Who can function working seven days a week at at job. It's the same with writing. Take a break and let the words come to you. It rarely comes if you force it and if it does, you'll probably regret what you wrote down on paper.

...it is my belief that all of us suffer from some kind of mental instability. What would you say if I told you we all are a little crazy?

Sometimes the closer you are to the truth, the harder it is to see.