If I quit having fun, then it's time for me to quit working.
His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.
Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge down the beaten path.
The night swelled with magic; not the beneficent kind of love-magic that sweeps couples away, but the kind of magic that rips and tears, the enchantment that creeps out of the woods and pounces.
Coffe is the perfume of morning.
I had two cups of coffee, put Eric's jeans in the washer, read a romance for awhile, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word of the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.