Delena Guebert

“How we treat the least of our brethren,... that's the measure of this country.”
― Abraham Verghese, Cutting for Stone

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Hestia sighed. “Do not stay longer than you must inside the mirror’s edge. Glass is like a heart. It has a fragile nature. It is easily broken.”
― Frank Lambert, Xyz

“This is a smashing place, isn't it? But I must say it scares me a bit. Do you suppose one dares to ask for tea?'

'I expect so, though heaven knows how. Perhaps you blow a peal on a slughorn, or beat on your shield with your sword -- or, I'll tell you what, if you look around you'll find a long embroidered tassel, and if you pull it you'll hear a bell clanging hollowly in some dark corridor a million miles away, and then some bent old servitor will come shuffling in--'

'There's a telephone by the bed,' said Timothy.

'Good heavens, so there is. How disappointing.”
― Mary Stewart, Airs Above the Ground