Lost in Darkness
by Michelle Griep
London, 1815
There was something glorious about the first day of June.
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Daniel Glick moved into his new place on the first Tuesday in October. The next day, the local bishop – an old fellow named Saul Lapp who looked to be in his eighties – gave him a ride to Tim Beiler’s place. Tim was apparently the go-to place in Shipshewana, Indiana, if one was looking to purchase a buggy horse.
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Thank you so much for sharing, Kay. Happy reading, my friend!
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Grace Miller stepped cautiously across the lopsided porch of the old cabin, a deep sense of doom hanging over her small shoulders like a dark cloud.-Christmas Grace by Mindy Steele 🙂
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Thank you for sharing! I hope you are enjoying your book!
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My book is The Heart of a Cowboy by Jody Hedlund:
She was going to drown. The Neosho River wrapped its cold fingers around Linnea Newberry and pulled her down.
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Ooooh! I hope you are loving this story. I can’t wait to read it. Thank you for sharing! 😀
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I’m also featuring Into the Darkness on FLF. Loving it so far!
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Should say Lost in Darkness – too many distractions, I guess!
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I’m so glad to hear you’re enjoying it. It’s my next read. Can’t wait!
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I’m looking forward to reading this one! I’m currently reading Deadly Target by Elizabeth Goddard. The first line is: “Puget Sound – For a few hours every Saturday morning, Erin Larson could forget evil existed.” Happy weekend!
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Thank you for sharing! I hope you’re having an excellent Saturday. 😀
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Taken from LUNCH COUNTER, a love remembered.
Change was coming.
It was incremental at first, but it was not long before it reached a
tipping point, beyond which it became a growing trend, an almost
irresistible current. Like a wave, it had washed down the street. And
just as a receding wave leaves assorted flotsam scattered across the
beach, now on the lawn in front of almost every house stood a FOR
SALE sign.
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Thank you for sharing. Great imagery!
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Beautiful cover!
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I agree!
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