“Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
When I was born, my father was a copper miner in Butte, Montana. It was a hard-core, blue-collar situation. — Barbara Ehrenreich Copy Share Image
Just because there's tarnish on the copper, doesn't mean there's not a shine beneath. — Laurence Yep Copy Share Image
Not being invited in is one of the boxes on the “suspicious behavior” bingo form that every copper carries around in their… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
