Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.
Cider With RosieAnarchy raised its seductive head. He could do anything; there was nothing that was not allowed.
The Coming StormYou ever try holding, say, even a single chapter of a novel in your head? Consciously? All at once?
EchopraxiaFighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes.
Gone with the Wind