For the third time today, the word sign stole my attention. First, I woke to an old song touting signs were everywhere. I didn’t take any particular
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Misery Island
The speedboat chopped through the waves as it raced toward the island. Beth tugged on the strap across Lizzie’s chest. The makeshift harness held firm. Three others
A Girl Named Crow
Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow
Julie Kusma, Author 