Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
Franny BillingsleySecrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
Franny BillingsleyA toast at your wedding, perhaps?” said Eldric.
“I shall never get married,” I said. “But I do like champagne.
I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my neck as though he'd left a handprint of melted light.
Franny BillingsleyOur English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.
Franny BillingsleyTag: humor monarchy executions
Forge ahead, O mighty enforcer of the law. May you be stout of heart and eardrum.
Franny BillingsleyBriony scared?” said Eldric. “I’ve never seen anyone less scared in my life. She has nerves of iron.
Franny BillingsleyIs this what a nun feels when she runs wild? Perhaps running wild needn’t mean dressing in satin and taking to cigarettes. It might mean running into the wild, into the real, into the ooze and muck and the clean, muddy smell of life.
Franny BillingsleyPeople think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don’t feel very much.
Franny BillingsleyMy feet are wet,” said Mr. Dreary.
“You lack the proper gear,” I said. We teetered along a trickle of land that wound between water and mud. “Here in the swamp, even the swans wear rubber boots.
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