Good, I said, completely provoked. You deserve it. Maybe that will teach you to go haring round the countryside kidnapping young women and k-killing people, and… I felt myself ridiculously close to te...
It wasn’t a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance.
Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicio...
Don’t let characters talk pointlessly—they only talk if there’s something to say.
Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes.'What do...
As a rule of thumb, four consecutive lines of dialogue is about as much as you want to have without a tag.
Pointless to spend too much time in planning, anyway, given the propensity of life to make sudden left-hand turns without warning.
I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms,...
Mr. Farquard Campbell, the butler said quietly, and stood back against the wall.
I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was ful...
Just as an effective advertisement or page layout includes a lot of white space, a powerful scene requires immense restraint. Show things as simply as possible.
Brianna was his blood, and his flesh as well. An unspoken promise kept to his own parents; his gift to Claire, and hers to him. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering about Frank Randall....
Jamie’s viewpoint is expressed almost entirely in metaphor: If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle. He’s using physical language,...
Oh, aye, Sassenach, he answered a bit ruefully. I am your master … and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
He stood for a second, polite, remote. Then the mask dropped away. I liked you, too, he said quietly. Then.
I lifted my futile hand and slammed it hard against the rail. I did it again, and again, scarcely feeling the sting of the blows, in a frenzy of furious rage and grief. Stop that! a voice spoke behind...
I have been in perturbation of mind for days, debating whether I shall write it, and now, having written, whether to send it.
Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Her entrance was greeted by a general outcry of cordiality that made her mildly ashamed of her cynicism.
Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable.
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