“Charlem watched, his heart lodged somewhere in his windpipe, as she spun, the candlelight making love to the planes of her face, and her eyes locked on his own for a brief infinity.” — March McCarron Copy Share Image
“It was when she returned to him, chilled & clearheaded, that it happened. He sat against the tree, his knees bent & his head in his hands. His shoulders slumped. Tired, unhappy. Something tender caught in her breath at the… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
