I had planned to give my daughter the snow globe for her sixth birthday. She died before I could do so. I have a faint memory of what might have been her voice. Of holding her in my arms. At the time the world relied mostly on electronic means of preserving memory, but after the Plague these all failed or were destroyed. The only printed photo I had of her faded away long ago. The snow globe remains; the only evidence that she ever existed.
David Nassar – The Cave of Wonders
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The Devil's Bones | The Cave of Wonders: Book 2
EventyrSomething powerful is drawing Ward back to Devil's Island. Something he thought he had forgotten. He must evade vicious lighthouse keeper George Jaggles in order to rescue it, but Jaggles will soon be the least of his worries. Because an assassin is...
