"The October night feels cold with a wind blowing in from the west. She looks up and around to see the stars cast against the deep dark indigo and the sliver of a moon. Jeanine wishes she could remember what Martha, her mother-in-law, told her about the moon in its early cycle. The beginning or the end of something. Yes. Yes, that’s right. The beginning or the end, but which one? On the distant horizon, the dark mass of a storm moves in."
Book two of the suspense series Little Shadow
"The world around her looks blurred now. Tears have sprung, pooled, and roll slowly down her cheeks. They hesitate for a moment on the cliff of her chin then fall, some hitting the ground with a tiny unheard splash, but others sinking into the thin cotton of her gown to feed her freeze."
By S.L. SCHULTZ