Indebted
(Book)
"I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I'm going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne's lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber facade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way." -- Cover p. [4].
Notes
Bartol, A. A. (2012). Indebted. Charleston, SC, CreateSpace.
Chicago / Turabian - Author Date Citation (style guide)Bartol, Amy A. 2012. Indebted. Charleston, SC, CreateSpace.
Chicago / Turabian - Humanities Citation (style guide)Bartol, Amy A, Indebted. Charleston, SC, CreateSpace, 2012.
MLA Citation (style guide)Bartol, Amy A. Indebted. Charleston, SC, CreateSpace, 2012.
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