an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.