Emma Griffiths

“On a basic level, maybe all of us on the path were the same; perhaps we were all looking for something. Looking back, looking forward, or just looking for something that was missing. Drawn to the edge, a strip of wilderness where we could be free to let the answers come, or not, to find a way of accepting life, our life, whatever that was.”
― Raynor Winn, The Salt Path

“You are a son of the house of Shannara; yours is a legacy of strength and courage stronger than the doubt and fear that makes you question your Elven blood.’ He leaned down. ‘Give me your hand.”
― Terry Brooks, The Elfstones Of Shannara

“Leaving her husband to poke the fire, Héloïse went through into the bedroom to change out of her ‘decent’ clothes, which she brushed carefully and hung up inside a Holland bag from a nail in the wall.”
― Cynthia Harrod-Eagles, The Tangled Thread

“Sometimes he would doze, and then, in his half-dreaming, he became two persons, and one of him would not go to sleep but selfishly insisted on keeping the other awake with a little muttering monologue on whipped cream and shrimp sauce and rum butter and real mayonnaise and all the other rich variety of his diet nowadays.”
― Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden