The best remedy for what ails me is being with you here under the sun.
Her sculptured face was as perfect as a painting.
The poison dart hidden in the raisin tart.
Are not all religions strange to those who stand outside of them?
In my writing, I strive for a lyrical beauty somewhere between Tolkien at his best and Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf.
He inclined his head ever so slightly, displaying with his bearing the supreme confidence, even arrogance, that is the sole providence of cats, dragons, and certain highborn women.