“Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you’ll be so close as to be living inside each other’s skins. So . . . is this Ekaterin another passing fancy?” The Count hesitated, his eyes crinkling. “Or is she the one who will… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
My son will forever travel through a moonless night with only the roar of wind for company… A drowning man is not separated from the lust for air by a bridge of thought—he is one with it—and my son, conceived… — Michael Dorris Copy Share Image
