4 Quotes by Joanna Jordan

He’d seen her pale skin, glowing like a ripe peach in the flickering light of the kerosene lamps, and the sight had left him with a bad case of the horn colic.

They could no more reconcile to a mutually satisfying life than a donkey could sprout wings and fly.

He didn’t mind facing the music in most cases, but he wasn’t partial to the wedding march.

Poor Almafae hadn’t been quite right since the time she’d stuck her head in a gnat ball at the age of two.