Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
The first pair Opal and Amber are, Agate sings in B flat, the wolf avatar, A duet-solutio! - with Aquamarine. Mighty Emerald… — Kerstin Gier Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
How did you keep this by you?" Grey demanded abruptly. "You were searched to the skin when you were brought back." The… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
