“Sitting here, beneath this majestic oak tree under the hot afternoon sun in the middle of nowhere, the concept of time, present,… — Rachael Wade Copy Share Image
“before, has it?” Molly shook her head. “No. But I still want him home.” She smiled at the sight of her three… — Ann Shorey Copy Share Image
“The late afternoon sun illuminated the room with its brilliant light, but Tobias knew he would spend the rest of the day… — Monica Burns Copy Share Image
“She had never seen a man become truly choked up with emotion, but her beautiful music destroyed Riley’s tough steel walls. Right… — Leslie D. Stuart Copy Share Image
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one… — Jody Shields Copy Share Image
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
“My undersheriff readjusted herself, the irony of her squeaking gunbelt underlying her next statement. “Who you wanna shoot?” He sat there under… — Craig Johnson Copy Share Image
“Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
“For the record, I tried to stop this," I said grimly. Then I turned my attention back to Ian. The afternoon sun… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“Paul Dark lit a cigarette and raised it to his mouth. The moment the tip glowed, he inhaled deeply and leaned back… — Jeremy Duns Copy Share Image
But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a… — Linda Howard Copy Share Image
“The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
The library is not, as some would have it, a place for the retiring of disposition or faint of heart. It is… — Eric Burns Copy Share Image
