Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.
Libba BrayTravel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell
Libba BrayYou canโt blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?โ Samโs grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. โYou canโt blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?
Libba BraySimon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?" I mean would you still care for me, no matter what you came to know?" What a thing to ponder. I don't know what to say." The answer is no. He does not need to say it. With a sigh, Simon digs at the fire with the iron poker. Bits of the charred log fall away, revealing the angry insides. they flare orange for a moment, then quiet down again. After three tries, he gives up. I'm afraid this fire's had it." I can see a few embers remaining. "No, I think not. If..." He sighs, and it says everything.
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