“The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few men thrown in for good measure. The old ladies wore tight gray buns and librarian glasses. Could they have ever… — Jaime Allison Parker Copy Share
“There were, in Clochemerle, a number of lady 'invalids', their conversation one long jeremiad concerning their health, who had worn out their… — Gabriel Chevallier Copy Share Image
“For a second, I stared at the map of her veins just under the surface of her thin skin. It was like… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Jenny lacked any sense of property - she was constantly apologising to Yevgenia and asking for her permission to open the small… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
“The cancer set into her bones and whittled her down to nothing. The weariness of the world and the weight in her… — Rachel Autumn Deering Copy Share Image
