“I sighed, he sighed, the wind and flowers sighed too. I think those marble statues sighed along as well, in their lack of understanding the human condition” — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“That’s how I’d ended up lying flat on my back, Archer’s sword still clutched in my hand, my head aching. Maybe I could just li here and wait for Mom to find me. That would be convenient. I sighed as… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
