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“But my brother shakes his head slowly, staring at me with familiar honey-colored eyes. Shade was always the handsome one, and death has not…

— Victoria Aveyard

“He had no thought og how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where…

— Truman Capote

“He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes shifted to…

— Sarah J Maas

“What went on in that head of his? I would soon come to understand that he gave voice to only a fraction of the…

— Karen Thompson Walker

“I could think of any moment and see him weaved throughout it. It was as though his soul was interwoven with mine”

— M.R. Field

“He didn't know what he felt. For the first time in his life, his thoughts were a jumble, tossing and turning and writing over…

— Julia Quinn

“He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom-a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“Maybe that was how I found comfort just then, even with him being so far away. By remembering the flavor of his words.”

— Clare Vanderpool

“But the one thing that totally drew me in was his eyes. They were green but it wasn’t the color that I was fascinated…

— Jennifer A. Whitfield

“He snorted softly. His talent had destroyed everything he had ever valued. With a shake of his head, he moved his thoughts away from…

— Mitchell Hogan

“His words cost him so much, she thought, not like hers that just came dancing out of the air and went back into it.…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“Expecting his usual aloof expression, she saw instead that his smoky eyes were locked on her face and the walls that he usually hid…

— Kiki Hamilton