Joan

“In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.”
― Kristin Cashore, Fire

“After hanging up the phone Aoyama sank back back on the sofa feeling like a balloon in a warm blue sky.”
― Ryu Murakami, Audition

“The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield. The rain was over; and the sun was turning the glistening world into a palace of gems.”
― Kate Chopin, The Storm

“Like the thick quilt I'd played under as a child, the dark felt familiar and protecting.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon