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“On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly…

— Kim Edwards

“I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my…

— Anne Rice

“I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. 'We spent one night together.' 'You had sex then?' 'No we crocheted a quilt.' I…

— Ashley Jeffery

“I took a last nervous glance at myself in the mirror. I’d brushed the thick waves of my hair until they shimmered down my…

— Lesley Livingston

“Harmless and huge, Fire saw when she emerged from her tent. His fiddle was like a toy in his hands; this man’s sword must…

— Kristin Cashore

“Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodstove and kerosene lamp and…

— Jack Kerouac

“I spent the rest of my day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned…

— Amy Plum

“So I often saw my father writing under the lamp, scratching his head to find something to write about, even telling her that the…

— Richard Llewellyn

“Puck and Ironhorse each grabbed a rope and began drawing the platform up the side of the building. The dark, mirrored walls reflected a…

— Julie Kagawa

“I threw back my head, my hair falling about me like a great red curtain, and cried out.  My eyes felt hot and burned…

— Rhiannon Frater

“Sunlight still leaked in through the windows of the town house. The scent of citrus and the sea and baked bread still filled every…

— Sarah J. Maas

“They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river flung them…

— Ray Bradbury