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The Measure of Katie Calloway (Michigan Northwoods, #1) The Measure of Katie Calloway by Serena B. Miller
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“It was not every day that a person got to witness God putting so many broken pieces back together again.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“The way I see it, Katie-girl”—his voice was thick with emotion—“is that God has already seen fit to bless us with three little souls to raise. That’s a whole lot more than some people ever get.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“I would appreciate it if you kept this between the two of us, but I have been an abolitionist at heart my entire life. There was little I could do about it before the war, and I was too old when it broke out to enlist. But in many small quiet ways I have done what I could.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“Robert gratefully took the slip of paper. “Why do you care so much?” Delia drew herself up. “If I’m going to become a respectable businesswoman, I’ll need a good friend like Katie Calloway in town.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“How many other people had he dismissed as being too far gone to even think about God?”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“I’ve been saving up.” The eagerness in her voice was genuine. “I been praying for something I could do to get out of the business.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“the strangest thought came over him—how Rahab the harlot had been included in Jesus’s lineage.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“The log buildings would eventually go back to the earth from which they had sprung.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“Regardless of whether he stayed in the logging business or not—the loggers and axe men and swampers and road monkeys and teamsters would continue to pour into the Saginaw Valley to mine the green gold that was putting Michigan on the map.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“Was it worth the accidents that happened out in the woods when the giant pines took their own revenge on the puny men trying to destroy them?”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“She was puzzling about where the sound was coming from until she heard a loud hiss near her feet and saw that the crunching sound was the orange cat, consuming a mouse, bones and all.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“Show me how to use one of these things, Robert, because I’m never, ever going to allow that man to lay a hand on me again.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“He knew this. He was ashamed of this. But he was incapable of ever operating again. Except now—he had no choice. The man who had saved his daughter’s life was dying, and Robert knew that he was Skypilot’s only hope.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“This place feels . . .” She searched for the right word. “Holy.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“As they entered the shade of the hardwood forest, he realized that he was feeling very odd. He tried to figure out why and discovered, to his surprise, that the strange emotion he was feeling was . . . happiness.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“There was a bloodlust in the Foster family that caused them to lose all fear in a fight, as well as their common sense.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“Her knees grew weak as her mind tried to wrap itself around the realization that her husband intended to kill her.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“hunger burns and gnaws until even she, a gently reared minister’s daughter, could wring a stray chicken’s neck and gut the carcass with as much gleeful anticipation as she had once opened a box of chocolates.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“The genteel, lost culture of the South, exemplified in the well-manicured plantations, had rested on the shoulders of men like Harlan - boys raised to believe that their needs, their desires, their wants, had more weight than those of other mortals. it was a myth that was perpetuated from parent to son, until most believed it without question - except for the slaves who had labored beneath the misbegotten myth and some of the mistreated wives who had silently endured.”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway
“raucous, but this was a work night and there would be no dancing”
Serena B. Miller, The Measure of Katie Calloway