“Oh, Lucia the captain said softly, you are so little and so lovely. how I would have liked to have taken you… — R.A. Dick Copy Share Image
What do I miss about the UK? Sadly, almost nothing. Maybe the midnight sun, in June in the north. That's all. — Lee Child Copy Share Image
“Don't forget to eat well, my warm bun, my midnight sun, and kiss your hand for me, right in the palm and… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“Disarmed, defeated but elated, I knew at once you were the one. That meeting was, no doubt fated. You are my own… — T.K. Varenko Copy Share Image
“There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret… — Robert W. Service Copy Share Image
“I think you're talking shit. You think we don't all feel like that? Like we're crazy, like we're not a real person,… — Emily Barr Copy Share Image
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“After two weeks came the first letter from Alexander. Tatiasha, Can there be anything harder than this? Missing you is a physical… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“I wanted his death so savagely that the need for it rang in my ears and clouded my sight and was a… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
I watched her, waiting. She smiled. Her lips curved up and the edges, and her chocolate eyes warmed. I’d just admitted to… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“The months came and went, and back and forth they twisted through the uncharted vastness, where no men were and yet where… — Jack London Copy Share Image
A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“The intensity of my grief hits the mountains across Eclipse Sound, and then echoes throughout Arctic. There’s nobody around. I can barely… — Shannon M Mullen Copy Share Image
“Shall we dance?” She takes a moment to answer, as if the question has thrown her. “Um— okay.” He cannot tell if… — Romina Garber Copy Share Image
I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
