Vaughan Langdon

“She stood beside David. He seemed so small and fragile, only nine years old. He was at least half Navajo, maybe even full-blooded, but she didn’t know for sure. The only thing she knew about David was that the others inside the trailer wanted to kill him.”
― Mark Lukens, Ancient Enemy

“Stella and David stopped; Stella’s arm shot out in front of David protectively. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jake screeched as he took a step towards them. “You can’t leave!” Stella didn’t answer; she just watched Jake like someone would watch an unpredictable animal.”
― Mark Lukens, Ancient Enemy

“Of course, shock could kill them,” Brian said. “My point is, I’ve seen a hell of a lot worse things happen. I think the boys will be okay. They’re young, resilient, and if they have any sort of fight in them, they’ll be fine.” “I certainly hope so, Mr. Roy,” the Reverend said, looking at the Victorian. “I do certainly hope so.” A stately, elegant woman stepped out the front door of the Church. With long, even strides, she walked directly to Reverend Joseph.”
― Ron Ripley, The First Church