The Line (Witching Savannah, #1)(87)

I stood and brushed the earth from my skirt. “I’m going to say good-bye for now, Mama, but I’ll be back real soon,” I said. I reached down and removed a single rose from the flowers I had put on my mother’s grave. “I’m gonna go and spend a little time with Ginny now. She always did love roses.” Flower in hand, I hopped back on my bike. I pedaled farther down toward the river, where I turned left and headed up to Greenwich Cemetery.





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank my agent, Susan Finesman of Fine Literary, as well as the amazing team at 47North, especially David Pomerico and Angela Polidoro. Thanks also to my literary midwife, Kristen Weber, and to my niece, Tara Rockey, who helped me by reading way too many versions of this story. Finally, much love to my three furry co-authors: Quentin Comfort, Duke, and Sugar.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR




? 2013 LEVY MOROSHAN

J.D. Horn was raised in rural Tennessee, and has since carried a bit of its red clay with him while travelling the world, from Hollywood to Paris to Tokyo. He studied comparative literature as an undergrad, focusing on French and Russian in particular. He also holds an MBA in international business and worked as a financial analyst before becoming a novelist. When not writing he is likely running, and he has race bibs from two full marathons and about thirty half marathons. He and his spouse, Rich (proud father of Rebecca and Madeline), and their three pets split their time between Portland, Oregon, and San Francisco, California.