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“I stomp back to my room. Queen Titania is not marrying Prince Holden.”
― To Be a Fae Queen
― To Be a Fae Queen
“A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect, as a wild flower discovered on the prairies of the West or in the jungles of the East. Genius is a light which makes the darkness visible, like the lightning’s flash, which perchance shatters the temple of knowledge itself,--and not a taper lighted at the hearth-stone of the race, which pales before the light of common day.”
― Walking
― Walking
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!”
― Twas the Night before Christmas A Visit from St. Nicholas
― Twas the Night before Christmas A Visit from St. Nicholas
“Margeaux? Everything okay?”
All I could hear was her crying on the other end.
“Margeaux? Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“It’s…It’s Deloris! Jack, she came down with the virus several days ago. It turned serious very quickly. I called for an ambulance, but they wouldn’t even let me go to the hospital with her.”
― Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel
All I could hear was her crying on the other end.
“Margeaux? Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“It’s…It’s Deloris! Jack, she came down with the virus several days ago. It turned serious very quickly. I called for an ambulance, but they wouldn’t even let me go to the hospital with her.”
― Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel
“It was golden hour in Tarrytown. An incandescent sun cast long shadows that pointed in unison toward nightfall. Birds sang. But their melodies were drowned out by crescendos of cicadas’ chattering.
Not to be outdone, the wind came and went in gusts, rising up and across the hills from the lake below. As it did, it blew through the trees agitating the millions of leaves in the canopy, the rustle and crackle of which drew the eyes upward, where an infinite canvas of burnt orange and purple was visible through the branches of proud oaks.”
― The Trial of Joe Harlan Junior
Not to be outdone, the wind came and went in gusts, rising up and across the hills from the lake below. As it did, it blew through the trees agitating the millions of leaves in the canopy, the rustle and crackle of which drew the eyes upward, where an infinite canvas of burnt orange and purple was visible through the branches of proud oaks.”
― The Trial of Joe Harlan Junior
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