The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Betsy and Tacy Go DowntownBecause her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
Something Wicked This Way ComesYou may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less than a cultivated woman.
Snow Flower and the Secret FanThe problem with living so long is that you see too many people pass before you.
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan