Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.
Cider With RosieStill, for all that, her life had lacked passion. The demons had never come for her.
The Coming StormYou couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.
Eleanor & ParkIn all fairness, darlin’, I should probably warn you that this ain’t my first rodeo.
Falling for Her Fiance