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Books with author Zack Grey

  • Dear Midnight

    Zack Grey

    eBook
    Dear Midnight is a poetic love letter to the darkest moments. A hello to the moon. A break from the idea that love can only be found in the daylight.______________________we are ageneration ofalmost lovers,gazing with gleaming eyesat the moon,knowing she empathizeswith our same heartsalways missing each otherby nothing morethan those few minutesthat separate darkness from daylight.
  • Dear Midnight

    Zack Grey

    Paperback (Independently published, Feb. 2, 2019)
    Dear Midnight is a poetic love letter to the darkest moments. A hello to the moon. A break from the idea that love can only be found in the daylight.______________________we are ageneration ofalmost lovers,gazing with gleaming eyesat the moon,knowing she empathizeswith our same heartsalways missing each otherby nothing morethan those few minutesthat separate darkness from daylight.
  • Between Drops

    Zack Grey

    language (, June 28, 2018)
    "The rain began to move toward him. Not the actual rainโ€” that had been there all along, crying boohoo all over himโ€” there was an empty spot where the rain should be hitting, but it wasn't, and it was coming closer. The droplets came down just as they were supposed to, but they seemed to bend away, to deflect. Or were they breaking?"
  • Valley Of Wild Horses: By Zane Grey - Illustrated

    Zane Grey, Jack

    eBook (, Feb. 18, 2016)
    How is this book unique?Unabridged (100% Original content)Formatted for e-readerFont adjustments & biography includedIllustratedAbout Valley Of Wild Horses by Zane GreyThe Panhandle was a lonely purple range land, unfenced and wind swept. Bill Smith, cattleman, threw up a cabin and looked at the future with hopeful eyes. One day while plowing almost out of sight of his little home - which that morning he had left apprehensively owing to an impending event - he espied his wife Margaret coming along the edge of the plowed field. She had brought his lunch this day, despite his order to the contrary. Bill dropped the loop of his driving reins over the plow handle and strode toward her. Presently she halted wearily and sat down where the dark rich overturned earth met the line of bleached grass. Bill meant to scold Margaret for bringing his lunch, but it developed she had brought him something more. A son!