Isi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, an...
She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.
Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.
That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She bega...
My friends call me by my name." "You don't have any friends." "I don't want you to be my friend, Selia, or my servant, not now. I thought you were both. You have let me know I was wrong. So are you to treat me so. You are wrong.
When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.
If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.
Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.
You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.
Sometimes it seems my identity’s a matter of opinion
They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as though he forgot he was looking, as though he did not wish to do anything else. She looked back. Her took heart took its time ...
... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.
