Quotes by Deborah Wheeler, Northlight

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He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
He stared at Esmelda with a face like glass, nothing hidden. What I saw there wasn’t steel or fire or stone. Feelings st — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong eno — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pic — Deborah Wheeler, Northlight