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Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 1996

So many battles to fight ...
So many battles to lose ...
She lowered the flame in the lantern.
So many battles to win.


“A man lived or died according to his decisions in life.”

“You can't imagine how much it hurts to be ignored by people… you respect. You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts. It's bad enough watching the hatred touch my brothers. I'd rather die than see it touch you.”

“Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her disdain toward him. If her obvious hatred for him hadn't been so great, hadn't hurt so badly, he might have smiled.”


He haunted her thoughts, and she feared that if she slept, he'd haunt her dreams.

"Do you remember the small figurine your made for my husband? The memory of a happier time flitted across his face and lit his eyes. The one wish the deer? Yes. There have been times when I've wanted to smash it against the wall and watch it crumble into a thousand pieces because your hands touched it. I haven't because it was a gift from my husband. I tell you this because I don't want as to what my feelings for you"