“Quiet descended on her, calm, content, as her needle, drawing the silk smoothly to its gentle pause, collected the green folds together… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved… — A. Lee Martinez Copy Share Image
“A night of exhilaration, of boredom and terror, in which the merest of sounds took on other forms - grew large in… — richard skelton Copy Share Image
