J.D. Lakey, Black Bead Quotes

The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside.

Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. By that thinking, surely she was not Bad Luck, but Good, undefined.

Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason.

By that thinking, surely she was not bad Luck, but Good, undefined.