They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.
Cinda Williams ChimaAdmit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.
Cinda Williams ChimaAnd, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
Cinda Williams ChimaHan spotted a childโs homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.
Cinda Williams Chima