The Dividing Stone Quotes

“Margo twisted her hair. Her multilevel strands of thought turned to her previous computer research concerning her missing relative, part of the family secret. It had proven somewhat successful, but”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“The autumn leaves blazed a trail down the mountainside, spilling into a pool of cornfields outside of town. Mesmerized by nature’s beauty and mulling over the letter’s contents, Margo missed the stop sign. A car went speeding through and nearly crashed into her. She”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“Retrieving the torn letter, she folded it with trembling hands and placed it in her bag that doubled for a purse and portfolio of sketches.”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“the moonbeams cast eerie shadows across the gravestones. A group of hooded figures encircled a stone, like specters presiding over their dead. Though”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“Celestial music blended with the sounds of rushing waters, and they harmonized to produce a heavenly experience. The music wrapped around her and dwelt within. She and the music of the ages were one, enveloped in rivers of love. Only one thought disturbed her:”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“Their houses of prayer are stone cold or divided. Our most detestable rival will soon lose His most passionate ally in this town, and we shall rule!”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“With the letter in hand and handbag flapping at her waist, Margo raced across the backyard to the studio and flung open the door. Mumbling to herself, she almost forgot her mission to inform Chris. Maybe this was the secret Grandma had referred to for years. It didn’t seem plausible, but what if it was true? Her husband stepped out of the office. “Talking to yourself again?” he teased as he walked toward her, passing stacks of pots waiting to be fired. Margo jumped—her usual response when jostled from her inner world. If only she didn’t plunge so deep in thought she’d be more aware…and not carry on a one-sided conversation. “What’s”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“The autumn leaves blazed a trail down the mountainside, spilling into a pool of cornfields outside of town. Mesmerized by nature’s beauty and mulling over the letter’s contents, Margo missed the stop sign. A car went speeding through and nearly crashed into her. She jumped and slammed on the brakes. Her car skidded to a stop. The”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone

“Margo stared at the tattered piece of brittle paper in disbelief. A gust of wind almost tore it from her hands, but the cold blast quickly died. Her eyes raced across the faded, amber-colored letter as she struggled to absorb its meaning. She stood transfixed and read the vehement warning written with a fountain pen”
― Anita Estes, The Dividing Stone