“He watched her as she carried the stone over to one of the walls and set it down. She exhaled and wiped her brow. Then she glared at him. He smiled—one of his best, he thought. "You ought to bend… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Where before we Comanches had simply stared at her femaleness, we now glared at it. She smiled back at us. It was a shade disconcerting. Then the Chief took over, revealing what had formerly been a well-concealed flair for incompetence.” — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
