Everything comes at a price. Everthing in your life. The question you have to ask yourself is, what price are you willing to pay?
Paullina SimonsA bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is.
Paullina SimonsTatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.
Paullina SimonsThe sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time that bathed her with the possibilities of the day. In a moment it would all be gone. And in a moment it was. Still...that sun streaking through the room, the distant rumble of buses through the open window, the slight wind. This was the part of Sunday that Tatiana loved most: the beginning.
Paullina Simons