“A shooting star. Make a wish, lo—ahem. Wendy,” Peter whispered. Wendy laid her head on Peter’s chest and breathed deeply. “I have… — Lucy Gould Copy Share Image
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me. — Brom Copy Share Image
'I could kill you like this,' Peter whispered. 'Just press and press until you're dead'. — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“Peter,” she whispered. “I don’t suppose this place has a bedroom.” He laughed softly in her ear. “Twelve of them, actually. Which… — Deborah Blake Copy Share Image
