“When the window turned dark, it was presumably night; when it grew blue again, I guessed that morning had come.” — Lawrence Block Copy Share Image
“To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long,… — Frank Herbert Copy Share Image
“of being attacked by a creature of the night grew more realistic every second. “I” — Winter Morgan Copy Share Image
“Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew… — Matthew McBride Copy Share Image
