Whispers (Feathers and Fire, #3)

by Shayne Silvers

he wore a tee with a picture of Jesus on it. The caption below the picture made me cough: I never said that – Jesus.

“You can church it up as much as you want, but slapping lipstick on a pig doesn’t make it a whore.”

I had entered that critical stage in a woman’s life – that place when emotion starved to death and the only two options left to fill that void was to become a serial killer or to take a long, hot shower.

“All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God,” he quoted to justify his potty-mouth.

“If you want to get to Heaven, you have to raise a little Hell.”