“Now, what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?" when it grunted again, so violently, that she… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
What a creature he was! Never have I felt such a horse between my knees. His great haunches gathered under him with… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“The tide will turn, Miss Willow." A smile lurked around his mouth, but no, that was not possible, that the earl of… — Carolyn Jewel Copy Share Image
In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
