
I turned and faced the road we'd come down, my face hard and set. The kids moved on without me. I could still see a slight glow and the murky, gray smoke reaching above the trees, where it spread to the south.... When I thought they were out of earshot, I took a deep...

"An amazingly drawn portrait of small town souls. . . . Turner is adept at creating characters with an unsetting undercurrent that suggests none are whom they seem to be." --Fort Worth Star-Telegram Rare is the gift of a writer who is able to...