Quotes by : A.S. Peterson

She dove, plunging fully beneath the surface and came up again in tears. Rivulets ran from her face,....

She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so....

Though he wouldn’t take it or offer it back, she gave. She squeezed it into him and held it there.....

Most often, their association was one of silence, but that is a thing of uncommon worth when partaken....

Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.

Her mind circled Georgia, circled Ebenezer. It called up images and memories and things nearly home but....

She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark....

Don’t seem right, do it?” said Topper. “It ain’t right,” replied Fin. “Not at all.” Jack....

She will at least be decently clothed as she waits. Tomorrow I shall find her a brush and powder and....

And then she caught the song. She fell upon it and music poured from the fiddle’s hollow, bright and....