Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
Elizabeth ChandlerSometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if โ really โ theyโve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe thatโs just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesnโt happen to me, I donโt want to think it happens to anyone else.
Elizabeth ChandlerHe can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.
Elizabeth ChandlerI glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.
Elizabeth ChandlerFix yourself something to drink," she said. "I don't have any Mr. Pepper." "You mean Dr. Pepper?" "For the love of God!" She exploded. "People expect everything from a psychic! 'Doctor,' 'mister,' I was close enough. I didn't call it 'Mrs. Salt,' did I?
Elizabeth ChandlerThen come on up. DO everyone a favor and shut me up," he said. "Put down your money, pick up that ball, and let it fly, looker." "I'd rather not" People laughed. He flapped his arms and squawked like a chicken "Afraid you can't throw that far?" "I know I can" He lifted his hat in a small salute to my claim. Blond curls slipped out, then he plopped the hat back on and said, "I dare you.
Elizabeth Chandler