His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her." I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You won't be safe with me." Whatever he was, he could not be bad. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others." Peter.." She stepped toward him, arms out. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Nothing else anywhere. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always. She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too. She made he choice and brought her lips to his. . Sarah BlakleyCartwright
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
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Stephanie Perkins
Your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
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Sanober Khan
And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.
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Eleanor Cameron
The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were...
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Jean M. Auel
I'll get them out and come back. I promise."" On your word as a cutthroat and a pirate?" He touched my cheek once, briefly. "Privateer."Another explosion rocked the grounds." Let's go! " shouted Mal.As we sprinted into the tunnel, I glanced back and saw Nikolai...
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Leigh Bardugo
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His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.
Maybe Father Auguste is right, " Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait." From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table. Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare." Maybe,...
His face was glistening with cold. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips. He was staggering toward her." I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. "You...
He had held out shakily, like a tree that had been hacked down to its breaking point. But that kiss was the last swing, the final impact, and he gave in finally, felled.
Take it easy, friend, " siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry w
