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1 " I glance past Nora’s shoulder to the man lying still and sweaty on the sofa. Are you worth this much trouble? The thought barely surfaces when I stifle a gasp. How often might God think the same of me? "
― Michelle Griep , The House at the End of the Moor
2 " Are you out of your mind?” Oliver’s voice strangles.I smile. “Perhaps we are all, a little bit, to pull off this grand scheme. "
3 " My flesh tells me to leave the man be. Clean the wound as best as possible and consign him to heaven’s arms if God so wills it…But my heart constricts at the thought. I have no idea to which eternity he might be headed. "
