But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa... — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“She turned her head, only to be met with the softest, warmest belly of Little Bee, who had curved her tiny body around the side of Rosemary's head, her little foot pressed against the side of Rosemary's neck. On her… — Nadia El-Fassi Copy Share Image
