Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Fiction Lines -- Frank Peretti
“She ran, tree limbs and brambles scratching, grabbing, tripping, and slapping her as if they were bony hands, reaching for her out of the darkness.”
Frank Peretti
,
The Oath
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