“And so I sit on the dunes in my carefully mismatched clothes, hour after hour, day after day, frozen in my looking back. 'Do not look behind you...lest you be swept away.' That is what scripture say. Only there is nowhere for me to look but back. No future. No redemption. Like Lot's wife, I am turned to salt, my tired eyes trained on the blue-gray horizon, where sea meets sky, where my yesterday's met my tomorrows, a ragtag eccentric, watching and waiting for something that never comes.” SeaOceanSaltMaryNorth CarolinaHannahOuter BanksBarbara DavisThe Wishing Tide Author:Barbara Davis
“The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.” RomanceMysterySecretsNorth CarolinaAdult FictionBarbara DavisThe Wishing TideStarry PointSuspense Outer Banks Author:Barbara Davis