“Sacrificing her own safety and comfort, a broken young woman lay down in the snow, side by side with a broken young horse.” — Kim Meeder Copy Share Image
“The mist enveloped her form. She was lifted into it, then instantly dropped. Swiftly, the mist retreated to the window. It was gone. The old woman lay flat on her back, eyes open and staring; her mouth open, too, unprettily.… — A.E. van Vogt Copy Share Image
