“the Lion. "They of seem so helpless and frail. But there are none in the forest so bright as these." They now came upon more and more of the big”
― Oz: The Complete Collection
― Oz: The Complete Collection
“expression. She threw Claudia a helpless glance. “The only time I get family news is from the boys, and you know I hardly ever hear from them.” “When we find her,” Erin said tearfully, “You’ll get to meet her. I promise.” They stared at each other in shared distress, the reunion caused—and ruined—by the same terrifying event. “I thought he’d just taken her out for a walk,” said Erin. Tears welled up and spilled over. She sniffled into the”
― Last Writes
― Last Writes
“family of friends, people she knows only by their voices. She especially likes Griswald, gruff old butler for wealthy Zack Givens. Meeting Griswald is a shock; he is neither gruff nor old, but a powerful, handsome man. In fact, he is Zack Givens, cold, heartless — and charmed by the artless young woman who brings him chicken soup, treats him like a friend … and falls in love with the humble man she imagines him to be. Inevitably, she will face his betrayal. Then”
― Just the Way You Are
― Just the Way You Are
“the sweat from his dripping brow. But these slaves—look at them! Some are captured Romans, some Sicilians, many black Libyans, but all are in the last exhaustion, their weary eyelids drooped over their eyes, their lips thick with black crusts, and pink with bloody froth, their arms and backs moving mechanically to the hoarse chant of the overseer. Their bodies of all tints from ivory to jet, are stripped to the waist, and every glistening back shows the angry stripes of the warders. But it is not from these that the blood comes which reddens the seats and tints the salt water washing beneath their manacled”
― The Last Galley Impressions and Tales [with Biographical Introduction]
― The Last Galley Impressions and Tales [with Biographical Introduction]
“The stranger looked at his watch; he jumped to his feet. "Nine o'clock! Mrs. Braile, I'm ashamed. But you must blame your husband, partly. Good night, ma'am; good—Why, look here, Squire Braile!" he arrested himself in offering his hand. "How about the obscurity of the scene where Joe Smith founded his superstition, which bids fair to live right along with the other false religions? Was Leatherwood, Ohio, a narrower stage than Manchester, New York? And in point of time the two cults were only four years apart.”
― The Leatherwood God [with Biographical Introduction]
― The Leatherwood God [with Biographical Introduction]
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