He looked at me again and his eyes shone in the lamplight, or with the inner light of delighted anticipation.
His enthusiasm made him beautiful.
Always I hev my fists and my war pipes!
Rachel HartmanThe resolve written in his eyes said no, but I could see exactly where I would have to push, and how hard, to break that resolve. It would be shockingly easy, but I found I did not wish it. ... Some part of him would break, along with his resolve, and I did not see a way to make it whole again. The jagged edge of it would stab at him all his life.
Rachel HartmanI spent that many years thinking I was alone. Then you prance into my life, nearly giving me a paroxysm, and now you deign to tell me there are more.
Rachel HartmanI was inclined to leave love unspoken.
Rachel HartmanMots clés lucian-kiggs seraphina
Fond and protective equals love? I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
Rachel HartmanMots clés romance lucian-kiggs seraphina
I’m attracting small children,” Orma muttered, twisting his hat in his hands. “Shoo it away, will you?
Rachel HartmanMots clés small-children
Orma had given me a timepiece that emitted blasphemy-inducing chirps at whatever early hour I specified.
Rachel HartmanMots clés alarm-clocks
Peaches and Cheese”:
The vagabond sun winks down through the trees,
While lilacs, like memories, waft on the breeze,
My friend, I was born for days such as these,
To inhale perfume,
And cut through the gloom,
And feast like a king upon peaches and cheese!
I’ll travel this wide world and go where I please,
Can’t stop my wand’ring, it’s like a disease.
My only regret as I cross the high seas:
What I leave behind,
Though I hope to find,
My own golden city of peaches and cheese!
If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.
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