No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart
Shannon HaleIsi, I’m trying to say that you’ve been… no, you’re so, you’re–” He stopped. "You are,” he said. His hand found hers, and he held her finger tightly, as though he did not dare to do any more than hold her one hand, and look at her, and breathe deeply.
Shannon HaleEven the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
Shannon HaleI'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.
Shannon Hale