Shades

“The edge of life can be marked in black faster than one would suppose. Why not ring all the bells?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

“Hello,” said a quiet, musical voice. I looked up, stunned that he was speaking to me. He was sitting as far away from me as the desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His hair was dripping wet, disheveled—even so, he looked like he’d just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips. But his eyes were careful. “My name is Edward Cullen,” he continued. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“He said he wished you to be wise, and good, and true to the beatings of your own heart, and hoped that you could be spared the extremes of society, both the very poor and the very rich, so that neither need nor indulgence would spoil the soul he loved more than anything else in the world.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

“He hated sand, hated the way its crunchy granules found their way into every nook and cranny.”
― Alli Earnest, Cities of Smoke and Starlight