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Whisper, Whisper — Katherine Court
In a world of lost hope and shattered dreams, miracles can still happen…if you believe in the joyous power of love.
They came to St. Mark's from all over the ghetto: the old and needy, the young and bitter, the frightened and lonely. And Father Tuck believed in them all -- in their beautiful, explosive potential hidden by eyes sometimes hungry, sometimes cynical, in which a hundred terrors pleaded for comfort, a hundred hopes begged for reassurance.
Brooke: Her radiant innocence violated by brutal rape, it would take a special healing power to rescue her from the edge of madness.
Linus: The street kid who belonged to nobody, he needed someone to care he existed.
Jonas: Broke and alone, he had been irrevocably scarred by the horrors of Vietnam.
Father Tuck: Fighting desperate odds for the survival of his ragtag parish -- and for his own life.
They came to St. Mark's from all over the ghetto: the old and needy, the young and bitter, the frightened and lonely. And Father Tuck believed in them all -- in their beautiful, explosive potential hidden by eyes sometimes hungry, sometimes cynical, in which a hundred terrors pleaded for comfort, a hundred hopes begged for reassurance.
Brooke: Her radiant innocence violated by brutal rape, it would take a special healing power to rescue her from the edge of madness.
Linus: The street kid who belonged to nobody, he needed someone to care he existed.
Jonas: Broke and alone, he had been irrevocably scarred by the horrors of Vietnam.
Father Tuck: Fighting desperate odds for the survival of his ragtag parish -- and for his own life.