And if you ever find yourself in Stillwater on a summer evening, and you see a flash of auburn hair and a heat shimmer rising from the porch of a small stone cottage, do not be afraid. Knock twice. Ask her about the match that burned for seventeen minutes.
She was not born with the surname Flame. That came later, like a struck match. alicia vickers flame
She walked in, and the bell above the door chimed. Elias looked up from a box of nails. His eyes went wide, then wet. And if you ever find yourself in Stillwater