What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
Susanna ClarkeThe land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
Susanna ClarkeAfter two hours it stopped raining and in the same moment the spell broke, which Peroquet and the Admiral and Captain Jumeau knew by a curious twist of their senses, as if they had tasted a string quartet, or been, for a moment, deafened by the sight of colour blue.
Susanna Clarke