Excerpt from Epitaph by Mary Doria Russell, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

"Oh, thank God!" she heard Johnny cry. "There you are!"

He was standing in the doorway, his beautiful brown eyes moist with freshly relieved anxiety, that handsome open face a complex mixture of concern, dismay, and irritation. Coming close, he gripped her by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet, taking her in his arms.

"Josie, honey, you can't just wander around a town like this on your own. I've been worried sick."

"I'm s?sorry," she wept, her head against his chest. "Really, I am. It was all my fault—"

"Come home," he murmured into her hair. "I'm sorry, too, Josie. Come home." .

From Epitaph by Mary Doria Russell. Copyright 2015 by Mary Doria Russell. Excerpted by permission of Ecco, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.