“She was dressed in white, and her tunic had amazing flared sleeves which trailed on the ground behind her as she glided down the stairs. Her hair was a mass of dark curls tumbling around her face, and she had… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Jack realized he wasn’t getting through to him. He remembered something Emerson had written: What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.” — Victor Methos Copy Share Image
