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512 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1996






Hope Pierron sat in the window seat of her third floor bedroom and gazed out at the Mississippi River. She smiled to herself, anxiousness and excitement coiling in the pit of her gut. She controlled both with icy determination. She had waited all her life for this day; now that it had come, she would not reveal herself by appearing too eager.
She pressed a hand to the sun-warmed glass, wishing she could break it, leap out and fly to freedom. How many times during her fourteen years, years spent trapped within the red walls of this house, had she wished the same thing? To be a bird, to leap from the window and fly to freedom?
After today, she wouldn’t need to wish for wings. After today, she would be free of this house. Of the stigma of sin. Free of her mother and all who she had known..
Hope’s heart began to thunder, and suddenly her path—her purpose—was clear. It wasn’t the Lord who was testing her, it was The Darkness.
She curved her hands into fists, so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Let The Darkness test her, let it taunt and mock her. She wouldn’t lose to it; she wouldn’t let it have her daughter. She would stamp the Bad Seed out of her child, just as she had worked to stamp it out of herself.
This child could be her glory or her defeat.
Glory, she thought, determination rising like a tidal wave inside her. This child would be her Glory.
“Pay you?” he repeated, thinking of the few dollars he had to his name. “For the meal?”
“Of course, I don’t expect you to.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “But, if you really don’t want to owe me for the meal…pay me for it.”
Santos set his jaw, frustrated. “How much?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know, a few dollars. What does a home-cooked breakfast go for these days?”
He said nothing, and she turned back to the stove. “Or, you could work it off. There are some things I need done around here. Repairs to the garage. Ripped screens. Stuff like that. My regular man up and died on me. He’d been working for me for forty years.”
She split a biscuit, covered it with the white gravy, then added a heap of bacon to the plate. She turned and held it out. “You decide what the meal’s worth. And if you want to stay a few days, get your strength back, I’ll pay you a little something on top of room and board.”
Santos gazed at the loaded plate, his mouth watering.........
.......He stiffened his spine and reached for the plate. “A couple days. Then I'm out of here.”