Quotes by Ingela Bohm, Rebel Hand

“Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldnt yet decipher. During his childhood, sin had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and t...”

“Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty an...”