“His confidences, this mist, had led us unexpectedly onto a peninsula of intimacy, and I found myself on the brink of telling… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Poetry, I'm often told, is something made of words. I think it really goes the other way around: words are made of… — Robert Bringhurst Copy Share Image
“I stood on a rise, overlooking the plague valley. Matthew was beside me. The last thing I remembered was crawling into my… — Kresley Cole, Dead of Winter Copy Share Image
“My cock just hung there at half-stock and she took me in, silent, stone-faced. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O'. And then… — Loren Niva Copy Share Image
“Gennie,you should have told me you hadn't been with a man before." And how was it possible, he wondered, that she'd let… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“If he knew, if he was told in so many words, he would have to do the conventional thing, he would have… — Marion Zimmer Bradley Copy Share Image
