“He was kidnapped.” I managed to keep the curse word that nearly slipped from my lips to myself. “Did they ever…” I hesitated, not knowing how to ask my question. But Dante solved the problem by shaking his head. “Everyone… — Sloane Kennedy Copy Share Image
“ Muse When at night I wait for her to come, Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. What are glory, youth, freedom, in comparison with the dear welcome guest, a flute in hand? She enters now. Pushing her… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
