He treasured her, treasured her tears, treasured her love for others. Her heart might even be big enough to fill that empty space in his own chest. Perhaps she could be his heart as well.
Elizabeth HoytEach time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.
Elizabeth HoytI think I do pretty well with child characters. It's hard to write kids that are realistic, not annoying, and bring something to the story.
Elizabeth HoytA smile flickered across Coralโs face. โHave you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweetsโraspberry trifle is my own despairโit is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?โ โLord Swartingham is not a raspberry trifle.โ โNo, more of a dark chocolate mousse, I should think,โ Coral murmured. โAnd,โ Anna continued as if she hadnโt heard the interruption, โI donโt need another bite, uh,night of him.
Elizabeth Hoyt