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“Magical flowers were humming. The turf slopes cradled *him.* Beasts of a fabulous elegance were circulating. Storm clouds were piling up on the rising…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.”

— George R.R. Martin

“And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried…

— Arthur Golden

“And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water…

— Ernest Hemingway

“Fathom curled his claws around the brown sphere and brought his snout close to it, feeling quite silly indeed.”

— Tui T. Sutherland

“But her ears had pricked when he’d introduced himself to her overseer as Chaol Westfall, Captain of the Royal Guard, and suddenly, the sky…

— Sarah J. Maas

“She smelled of flowers and rain. A meadow beneath a storm. It was intoxicating, and before he could even ponder why he would think…

— Micah Persell

“The formless aching hunger that suffused his being wasn't there like it used to be. There was something sharper in it, like the great…

— S.P. Wayne

“He grabbed me with both hands and began pushing me backward. I lost my balance. The ledge was at an angle, and it was…

— Axel Avian

“It radiates out from him like a cloud of ghosts, countless hands clutching at the air, reaching out for…something.”

— Isaac Marion

“he crawled on across the farmyard, keeping as low as he could, but trying to watch every direction, too. He had never thought he…

— Robert Jordan

“He felt the ground frail as a bird’s skull under his feet, a mere shell of sanity and decorum between him and the dark…

— Sylvia Plath