“The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
“They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and gray under the stars” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
