The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle,… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
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Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy… — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
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“The Green Rose by Stewart Stafford Through fractured eyes, I see the rose I once plucked, In another man's hands. And mistakes… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
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She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like… — John Milton Copy Share Image
When reviewing my novel Dreams of the Compass Rose for the Magazine of F&SF, master fantasist Charles de Lint called it "engaging… — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
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I just started writing for my own amusement and occasionally singing in little clubs around Los Angeles. Then I wrote 'The Rose,'… — Amanda McBroom Copy Share Image
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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You've a pretty good nerve," said Ratchett. "Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?" It will not." If you're holding out for more,… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
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In the christian view, the ultimate evidence for the existence of God is Jesus Christ. If there is a God, we characters… — Timothy Keller Copy Share Image
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The power of the print reviewer is one of those urban myths. There have always been shows that slipped under the critical… — Ben Brantley Copy Share Image
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