I wished she’d never stop squeezing me. I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.
When I write, I make discoveries about my feelings.
After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.
I'm solitary as a pulled tooth,Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.
Rapid movement was a relief in the midst of so much feeling.
He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once...
Do you like to slide? His voice was eager.Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. No, Majesty. I'm terrified of heights.Oh. His polite tone had returned.I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of...
But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he'd caught the bridle of Sir Stephan's horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles d...
I wasnt frightened of it. The gray death wasn't a monster or a spider i could see and shiver over. It was invisible. If I caught it would be somewhere within me and while the outside world was full of...
Who judges the judge who judges wrong?The sentence too weak,The sentence too strong.The penance too quick,The penance too long.Who judges the judge who judges wrong?
I shan't marry a prince!
I had been able to break the curse myself. I'd had to have reason enough, love enough to do it, to find the will and the strength.
Everyone dies. You needn't go on about it so.
But the lost one is with you.Her tenderness strengthens you,Her gaiety uplifts you,Her honor purifies you.More than memory,The lost one is found.
I never met a word I didn't love
Would you favor me with a dance? Over all the others I was his choice! I curtsied, and he took my hand. Our hands knew each other. Char looked at me, startled. Have we met before, Lady?
I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts - those I...
He bowed. 'The young lady must not dance alone.
No sign of pleasure greeted the announcement. The mood in the hall was leaden.My mood was livelier. Fright is livelier than lead.
If I couldn't sleep, I could read.