To me, merely and pretty were words that had nothing to do with each other. Pretty went with miraculously, and merely belonged in another paragraph entirely.
She asks why I like her.Might as well askWhy I breathe.Maybe tomorrow I won'tBreathe or like herAnymore.Maybe tomorrow the tidesWill stop.Maybe tomorrow will bringNo more rainbows.Maybe tomorrowShe wi...
Queer Ducks flock together.
No one is here, Char said. You need resist temptation no longer. Only if you slide too. I'll go first so I can catch you at the bottom. He flew down so incautiously that I suspected him of years of pr...
I want to be with you forever and beyond...
I put my fingers around the unmarked ring of the spyglass and twisted. The scene became clear. Oh no! A hairy brown spider clung to a vine! I couldn't go there!I'd go to the desert to find a dragon. I...
He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honora...
Edmund,
Darling, everyone is beautiful in her ownway, and I am a fairy.
But what I really long to know you do not tell either: what you feel, although I've given you hints by the score of my regard. You like me. You wouldn't waste time or paper on a being you didn't like....
Amor (qué placer escribir esta palabra), amor, amor...
That the book is really good. and theres a prince in it to.
That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head s...
I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.
I refused to love it. He was going to sell it too
Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn’t been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they’d been said in Bamarre for centuries now. Drualt took Freya’s...
Char saw me. Over the shoulder of his partner, he mouthed, Wait for me.I grew roots. An earthquake could not have moved me. The clock struck a quarter before eleven. If it had struck the end of the wo...
At Your Command
The Writer's Oath I promise solemnly: 1. to write as often and as much as I can, 2. to respect my writing self, and 3. to nurture the writing of others. I accept these responsibilities and shall honor...
My contrariness kept Char laughing, and his goodness kept me in love.