Quote by Patricia Gibney

“Within a few weeks, the snow was over six feet deep. Walking on the paths was like moving in corridors of ice. Everyone stayed…

— Gita V. Reddy

“her slippered feet rustling the corners of a bed of dead leaves, who scattered away, mumbling hasty apologies.”

— Angela J. Ford

“The sound of her footsteps was like a stream falling gently downhill over cool stones in the quiet of night.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“She ran quietly down Ninth Avenue, her feet barely tapping the ground. There were no cars and she ran smooth and steady down the…

— Val Brelinski

“She moved like water, graceful and soft and lovely. Every part of me wanted to stick out my foot and trip her, just to…

— Cassandra Rose Clarke

“She had to move before she froze.”

— Kerry Adrienne

“She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched…

— Grace Willows

“She was carrying with her, the cold. She was holding on to that icy stone of grief. It had been there all along, sitting…

— Kali Wallace

“She came through the fog, no more than a sliver of darkness. She didn’t run—she just walked with that insufferable swagger.”

— Sarah J. Maas

“She ate her breakfast in silence, then drove downtown in weather so lowering the streetlights seemed decapitated. This was when you could discover if…

— Thomas McGuane

“She rode down the sidewalk, turned toward the shadow side of the street and melted into darkness. I didn't know it then, but after…

— Craig Davidson

“She found herself over a long and treacherous road and the more treacherous the road became, the more of herself she found.”

— Atticus Poetry