Book Review: Relentless, Raw Outrage, Valentine by Elizabeth Wetmore
- “Outside the sliding door, the western sky is the color of an old bruise.”
- “It is nearly five o’clock and the sun beats like a fist against the top of her head.”
- “When the morning is still as a corpse.”
- “It is late June and the sun is murderous.”
- “The heat, its meanness and persistence.”
- “The sky turns the color of an old bruise, and they can see the dust cloud coming from fifty miles away…”
- “The sun and heat are without mercy, and the wind blows hot against their faces.”