“On the stairs an image came to him. Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one… — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting… — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
“Long live Jude,' she says with a wink, setting down the tray on a table with a clatter of the pots and… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
