I remembered my ride past the graveyard with Pauline this morning. I had known. Fear had seized me. Something was wrong. Something was hopelessly and irretrievably wrong. My flesh had crawled. Warning breezes. A candle. A prayer. A hope. An icy whisper. A cold clawed hand on my neck. I hadn’t understood what it had meant, but I had known.
-Mary E. Pearson
Select a background
More quotes by Mary E. Pearson
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.