Quote by J.R. Rain

“...the tension between them was so thick and sticky it was almost visible, like layers of cobweb.”

— Emma Törzs

“Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after…

— Sharon Kay Penman

“Overhead the sky was melting, the cracked cream color rubbing off in cogs of brine. The fields far ahead of me in endless pudding,…

— Blake Butler

“The bleached ceilings, walls, and floors gleam in perfection. Drained of color, wiped of contamination, forever untainted they exist; a cold reminder of my…

— Celeste Simone

“There was a mist of moss to ride through and a storm of glass.”

— James Thurber

“faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

“loved thick books, dusty statues, even the musty smell in the air. Libraries were treasure troves of knowledge and imagination.”

— Robert E. Keller

“It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in…

— Terry Pratchett

“I wish we had left things undisturbed, exactly as they were and beneath whatever layers of silt had come to cover them, and yet…

— David Schmahmann

“They folded clothes, dusted shelves, polished swords; except for the periodic murder attempts, they were perfect hosts.”

— Will Wight

“He was grateful, then, for his friends, and for how relatively little they had mined from him, how they had left him to himself,…

— Hanya Yanagihara