No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart
Shannon HaleWell do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right to do so, of course, but even then I suspected what I've come to believe most passionately these past weeks: from that first moment, I knew you were a dangerous woman, and I was in great peril of falling in love." She thought she should say something witty here. She said, "Really?
Shannon HaleWhat she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.
Shannon Hale