Here, we learn a little more about America... and Virginia! -----     Chapter 16. America looked up at the white-cloaked figure, surrounded by swirling gold-touched clouds, with hair of gold and eyes of sapphire, that held a glittering sword in his hand, shimmering bright against the night sky. He makes a lovely picture of a hero, America thought. It's a danged shame that beauty exterior does not guarantee beauty interior. Though if it did, I suppose ugliness would guarantee evil, and that wouldn't be fair to anyone. To [ Continue reading... ]

Virginia actually has a pretty good life now... -----     Chapter 10. Virginia skipped a bit as she ran down the aisle of Ayer's Sports. A new jersey, and another ball, and . . . "Slow down, Virginia!" her father called, laughing. "I'm getting too old to keep up with you. And all the stuff will still be on the shelves a few seconds from now." She giggled and forced herself to walk, waiting for Malcolm Jefferson's longer strides to bring him up to her side. "Well, Daddy, I have to keep in shape! No one's slowing down [ Continue reading... ]

Let's look in on a certain little girl... -----     Chapter 5. "Hello there, Virgina." She was already turning, smiling. Somehow I already knew he was there. She ran to the tall, flamboyantly-dressed figure and threw her arms around him, as high up as she could jump. "America!" He chuckled and hugged her back. "And who else? How have you been, Virginia Dare?" "That's Virginia Dare Jefferson!" she corrected proudly. He smiled broadly. "And that's just exactly right, Miss Jefferson. But still Virginia Dare to me, [ Continue reading... ]