“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
I'm half Scottish, half Welsh and I regard red hair as perfectly ordinary. And to set the record straight, contrary to reports,… — Helen McCrory Copy Share Image
Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
I had been a reader of THOR in college. I had read the Stan Lee and Jack Kirby stuff. I had loved… — Walt Simonson Copy Share Image
“I love you. I love you and it sucks because now I'm going to lose my job and all our kids are… — Chelsea M. Cameron Copy Share Image
“LADY LAZARUS I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it-- A sort of walking miracle, my skin… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There was a knock on the door and another nurse came bouncing in. She had short red hair, milky skin, and was… — Zoe Arden Copy Share Image
“In person he was rather tall and his figure was considered good. Some people thought him handsome, but this was not by… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
I always had a family that instilled in me red hair was my superpower and how it was such a lovely thing. — Nicola Roberts Copy Share Image
“We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood at the door while Camille knocked a few times… — Sophie Wilkinson Copy Share Image
