Mock cover art for my first novel.
“Through the open doorway, Casey Dean saw the painting of The Window leaning against the wall in the den. It was a relic exhumed from her past. Had it been nearly twenty years, she asked herself as she crossed the hall? Her memory of it was a scarred, half-remembered dream. A small child's chill of excitement coursed up her man back. She remembered as a child, a dark man walking across the lawn toward the beautiful red haired woman, a young girl playing near the pond, and others living in a bygone age; life existing beyond the rendered window in the painting. But she was just a child then…”