Maggie rarely went back to the hospital at night, but…Īt seven o’clock that night, there was a loud pounding… “How was school today?” Maggie asked her girls as they… The man and the three captive orcas were swimming underwater… Maggie McBride was about to enter the bedroom of her… “Look, Jorund, look! There she blows…again. Jorund Ericsson stared blankly at the huge grave mound. “I have weathered huge waves willingly and fought winds through many sea-miles to make this visit to you.” “Most men are within a hairsbreadth of being mad.” Better yet, wouldn’t it be nice if Katie were the angel-muse working through the fingers of some budding novelist out here today? God bless you, Katie. Here’s hoping Katie is sitting on a cloud somewhere, finally pain-free, polishing off a splendid manuscript. She was an aspiring romance novelist whose dreams were dashed by the ravages of a deadly disease. Katie’s unfailing courage inspired all of us who were privileged to know her. This book is dedicated to my good friend, Katie Raiser, who died in the course of my writing this book.
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