Quotes by : Cassie McCown

Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.”“Yeah, well, maybe....

The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the....

Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body....

As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice....

There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was....

Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed....

In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same....