No other woman had that air of spring in January, that ever-bubbling fount of love and hope.
The Child of the Holy GrailMother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.
A Child Called "It"How many shots had to be fired to turn this child back to his home and anxious mother?
Beneath the Lion's GazeThere's nothing more stubborn than a fact. That is why you hate them so much. They offend you.
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