Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.
Kristin CashoreI wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po
Kristin CashoreThe fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.
Kristin CashoreI love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop." She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.
Kristin Cashore