Novels by Cole Morse

There was a crispness in the air that was unexpected considering it was Labor Day in New England. It was almost as if you could hear the leaves breathing out the secret of fall. Grey was walking down a long cement staircase wondering why she ever decided that this was going to give her a sense of relief. Her whole life she had stared at faded pictures that had been tucked into albums and old books of her mom at University. Her golden wheat tumbled hair tucked behind her ears, so thick that it was always threatening to fall into her face once more. Those photos of her mother in crew neck sweatshirts, pulling a wagon in a keg across the courtyard had shaped her intention so early that she had never envisioned another plan. She felt like she was destined to be here, but yet it didn't bring her any sense of peace to stand on steps that she once had.Last year she reread her mother's journals and knew that she would join the Order of the Sparrow