I had really looked forward to reading this book however it was somewhat less engaging than the calling. May be I was distracted when reading the book, but I found the characters a bit difficult to follow and remember who they were. The "mystery" of the book seemed to be a bit plodding at times a...
Simon climbed out of the river and onto the bank, reaching for a white towel he'd draped over a boulder. The sun in its oblique angle didn't offer much heat, but after he'd towelled off, he stood on the sandy riverside and with his eyes closed faced the light until he could feel it reach inside h...
And yet they were the best days she’d passed in recent memory. She’d been keeping the sun to her right during the mornings and letting it glide down to her left in the afternoons and evenings. Just before dusk on both days, the orange light poured through the trees sideways, just as it had when s...
Her daughter didn’t argue at all. “I’ll call your father to pick you up,” she said. “He’ll be happy to see you.” “What makes you think this guy won’t show up in Port Dundas?” “He’s not leaving Toronto while I’m still here.” “How does he know you’re still here?” “He just does,” she said. They wait...
It was when he purchased most of his stock for the following year, and he was charged with the sacred duty of buying the gifts Santa was bringing his children. Alan still believed in Santa. But Hazel had known by the age of eight that there was something fishy about the whole thing. Her dad had f...