“All those bottles,” Grandma looked out the window. “Why doesn’t she wait until dark and bury them in the back yard?”
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This Textured Darkness, #71
The message was both brief and startling.” She is a witch,” sprawled a bold, masculine hand, “Burn her.”
This Textured Darkness, #69
“The babe is beautiful for now,” snapped Nan Maura. “How will he look with his throat slit?”
This Textured Darkness, #60
She yearned to reach out and touch him. It was an innocent wish for she was still a maid, but the need was real.
This Textured Darkness, #59
She could now run up the twisted stairs as easily as a skilled musician played a harp.
