“Sunlight was everywhere, glittering gold off the bright green leaves of the garden. A blackcap, concealed within the foliage of a nearby… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“On Midsummer Eve, when the bonfires are lighted on every hill in honour of St. John, the fairies are at their gayest,… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
“The Sphinx extended a hand. Seth shook it. “One last thing, Seth. Are you aware that Midsummer Eve is scarcely a week… — Brandon Mull Copy Share Image
