“She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.” — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
“Once again, this cold, desolate December night has arrived. There's fog as far as I can see, and the silence is so profound it chills the soul. Lying in my bed, looking out the window, I couldn’t help but think… — Wajid Shaikh Copy Share Image
