Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She pressed her fingertips to the cold glass. Outside the night was beautiful but frozen. The trees were still as statues. Above… — Nicola Cornick Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began… — Cassie McCown Copy Share Image
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit-… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“That beautiful glass of lemonade, so cold it made the glass sweat? It was colored water at room temperature, in a glass… — Jamie Lee Scott Copy Share Image
