“Then she would lie inside the metallic nest of the dish and stare up at the sky, imagining herself—her mind, that is, the important part of herself—being projected as far up into the sky as she could see.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Do what?"she asked, leaning forward, imagining what he had in mind that they might do and would it include her hands on his dragon.” — Ophelia London Copy Share Image