Most of the time, there is no truth, only various levels of interpretation. Fact is a construct we provide to the public.
It's the exile's dilemma. The home they yearn for is never the home to which they return. If they return.
I didn't know there could be an almost kiss. It seems like the sort of thing that either happens or it doesn't. Oh no... There's an entire universe of near misses out there, kisses that almost were, b...
His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm’s length, looking him up and down. You’ve grown.It’s been eleven years, said Jack numbly. Of course I’ve grown.
For I shall bring you crimson leavesAnd rippling wheat in golden sheaves;A cache of berries, red and sweet,And dappled deer on silent feet.- Emma Delagardie and Augustus Whittlesby, Americanus: A Masq...
There were, he had come to the conclusion after many tedious evenings at Almack’s, two types of chaperone. Given the number of events he had been forced to squire Hen to, Richard considered he had con...
Sunset. He had promised her until sunset. If something goes wrong, we need to get her out.Miles Dorrington looked thoughtful. I say, we could raise the Jolly Roger and storm the fort as pirates. While...
She responded to Letty's well-meaning suggestions with the unblinking disdain perfected by cats in their dealings with their humans.
She could feel herself pressing the details into memory, saving them like dried flowers kept in a spinster's chest, relics of a past that might have been, of a future that never was.
Only the silver head of his cane blazed with reflected fire, held aloft above the grave like a medieval necromancer summoning spirits from the vasty deep.
I’ll believe it when I see it, missy. Snakes don’t change their scales, no matter how many times he—Miss Gwen poked her sword parasol in the Gardener’s general direction—changes his name. What has it...
It wasn't the big decisions that set the course of one's life; it was the slow accretion of all the little ones.
If a man took a lover it would be accounted commonplace. Why shouldn't you? Your virtue lies in your mind, not in what lies between your legs.
If Amy had been around for the creation of the world, Jane had no doubt that she would have chivvied the Lord into creating the earth in two days rather than seven.
I should have known something was wrong when my advisor’s parting words were Good luck. To his credit, he had—very gently—suggested that I might want to consider a different sort of topic. But I didn’...
All this rapture, managed Letty, wriggling out of her mother’s grasp, is decidedly premature.
There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.
The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That is all your promises yield. / All wind and words, your vows, I see, / Are barren as the f...
Swooning solves nothing.
Its nice to know that your common sense stands between me and the grave.