...he couldn't help but wonder what Hannah might have looked like if...he'd answered that question April had asked him years ago.

Then, as now, it was just uncomfortable. Now, as then, it was a lifted chin and a crooked smile that said more than they would ever allow themselves to communicate.

A good editor is like a pair of Spanx: firming up the body, making the subject look good, and absolutely invisible.

Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you.

Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.

All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception.