... until Miri could not help it any longer and she laughed out loud. The sound broke the game. Peder looked at her. He reached out, and she thought he meant to grab her straw or perhaps yank her hair as he used to when they were little. But her put his hand behind her head and, leaning forward, pulled her face to his. He kissed her. One long, slow kiss.
Shannon HaleThe three girls were sitting and lying beside her, holding one another, weeping, their arms and legs and hair tangled like the roots of close trees, sobs shaking them like leaves in a high wind.
Shannon HaleI think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.
Shannon HaleShe's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady
Shannon HaleNo matter that we could be beheaded for this,โ said Esa. โHeads are overrated.โ โYes, they are so unfashionable,โ said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. โThis spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.
Shannon Hale