Hey Sydney," she said, giving me a small, crooked smile as she entered the room. Her flashing, dark eyes were friendly, but… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“What a lovely thing a rose is!" He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“And there’s one more thing.” Rose accepted the handshake with a smile, hoping she would see this strange woman again. “What is… — Kathryn Smith Copy Share Image
