She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.
Elizabeth George SpeareThe impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him
Elizabeth George SpeareFrom that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.
Elizabeth George SpeareTis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.
Elizabeth George SpeareWho would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you saying I've turned into a crow?" "Not exactly." His eyes were intensely blue with merriment. "I can still see the green feathers if I look hard enough. But they've done their best to make you into a sparrow, haven't they?
Elizabeth George Speare