They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.
Sherwood SmithSo let me end with the wish that you find the same kind of happyiness, and laughter, and love, that I have found, and that you have the wisdon to make them last.
Sherwood SmithThe only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
Sherwood Smith