Braith turned and saw three of her cousins sunning themselves on boulders. Like lizards. Lizards in human form. “What are you doing?” Braith asked. “Enjoying the suns,” replied one. “It gives our scales a lovely bright hue,” said another....
Good,” Brigida said with a nod. “Now, you’ll need one of Arranz’s kin to accompany you. Take that one with you.” She motioned to Addolgar. “And the one with the thick neck over there.” Ghleanna’s hand went to her throat. “Me neck is...
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho' 'tis said by many The "good old times" were far the wor...
The keepers would give the gorillas an assortment of fruits and vegetables each afternoon, and on this particular occasion, Judy Sievert tossed Nina an apple, which rolled away. Instead of going to get it, Nina just 'sat there sadly,' in Judy's words...
By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling water had stained its whole bed a bright yellow. Green leaves, of such a sour brightness as almost poisoned to behold, floated on ...
My wife and I said good-bye the next morning in a little sheltered place among the lumber on the wharf; she was one of your women who never like to do their crying before folks. She climbed on the pile of lumber and sat down, a little flushed and qui...
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts h...
Calogero 'C' Anello: [as C walks out of Sonny's funeral] Sonny and my father always said that when I get older I would understand. Well, I finally did. I learned something from these two men. I learned to give love and get love unconditionally. You j...
Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.
There is no sadder tale in the annals of architecture than the virtual disappearance of the defining architectural form of the Modern Movement - publicly sponsored housing.
What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.
Pelos ossos de Deus, Tom, o diabo fez um serviço ruim quando trepou com sua mãe.
To be a good writer, become a good listener.
Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you.
Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.
Most tales carry a kernel of truth, else they're soon forgotten.
but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away
Being in love shows a person how he ought to be.
Interns, unite: you have nothing to lose but your unpaid positions!
At least when one speaks of oneself one is passionate, well-informed and specific.
