What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads. —ERICA JONG The furniture movers were standing, arms folded in irritation, in front of the lighthouse keeper’s cottage when Olivia pulled up behind them. “Hello, gentlemen. I trust you haven’t been waiting long...
—AESOP Olivia and Rawlings settled on opposite ends of the living room couch. Paperwork was strewn across the surface of the coffee table along with a bottle of sparkling wine and a glass of chocolate milk. After waiting patiently to be let out, Haviland pushed the door to the deck open using his...
—STEPHEN CRANE As if to make up for its sluggish pace at Harris’s house, time rocketed forward, giving Olivia only a dizzying impression of hospital hallways and the scent of ammonia and an animalistic blend of sickness and fear. She ended up in a waiting room with blue chairs and beige wall...
Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. —OSCAR WILDE No one heard back from Rawlings that Friday, but Olivia and the Bayside Book Writers nearly forgot about their next meeting in light of new concerns regarding the impending storm. Over the course of the night, Ophelia shrugged...