So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
It got so that when he closed his eyes, letters and words danced in his mind. He thought of little else during that time. — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
