“For dinner I had seared sneer with a glaze of distant gaze, and a side of mashed pride covered in grace.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“His touch seared all the way through to my bones. Each touch after would pale in comparison. For the rest of my… — Missy Anne Copy Share Image
“When he spoke, his words seared through the air like so many knives, clipped as topiary, crisp as biscuits.” — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
