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"A story that sucks you into the multiple plots and storylines with the mystery of a small town's history colliding with a woman on the run from an abusive husband! She finds herself in the small town and needs to trust those whom she meets, but what "
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"A thriller with detailed, atmospheric settings and a mystery to unravel. Alcima is a former athlete on the run from her abusive husband. The story delves into the secrets of a small town, as Alcima's story crosses over with that of Booker, the town l"
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"A great read by a Canadian author. A thriller with lots of twists and turns and some very interesting characters. "
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"Exceptional!
In a small town full of secrets, Alcima Willoughby; on the run from her psychotic husband; finds herself caught up in the mystery. A true page turner with beautiful prose. Fantastic characters who each had robust back story and personalit" Read more of this review » |
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“It is desirable that a man be clad so simply that he can lay his hands on himself in the dark, and that he live in all respects so compactly and preparedly that, if an enemy take the town, he can, like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without anxiety.”
― Walden or, Life in the Woods
― Walden or, Life in the Woods
“Tears
The first woman who ever wept
was appalled at what stung
her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
Saltwater. Seawater.
How was it possible?
Hadn't she and the man
spent many days moving
upland to where the grass
flourished, where the stream
quenched their thirst with sweet water?
How could she have carried these sea drops
as if they were precious seeds;
where could she have stowed them?
She looked at the watchful gazelles
and the heavy-lidded frogs;
she looked at glass-eyed birds
and nervous, black-eyed mice.
None of them wept, not even the fish
that dripped in her hands when she caught them.
Not even the man. Only she
carried the sea inside her body.”
― Alive Together
The first woman who ever wept
was appalled at what stung
her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
Saltwater. Seawater.
How was it possible?
Hadn't she and the man
spent many days moving
upland to where the grass
flourished, where the stream
quenched their thirst with sweet water?
How could she have carried these sea drops
as if they were precious seeds;
where could she have stowed them?
She looked at the watchful gazelles
and the heavy-lidded frogs;
she looked at glass-eyed birds
and nervous, black-eyed mice.
None of them wept, not even the fish
that dripped in her hands when she caught them.
Not even the man. Only she
carried the sea inside her body.”
― Alive Together