If my heart was a compass you'd be North.
-If My Heart Was a House by Owl City
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
"This is not a trivial question," she added firmly. "Understanding the first gift of Christmas is important."
"I'm sure it is, Mary, but this is important right now."
"No," she snapped, "you don't know what is important right now." She turned abruptly and walked from the room.
-The Christmas Box by Richard Paul Evans
Friday, December 23, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
"Me own heart was hurtin', not knowin' where you'd got to, not knowin' if you was safe." There, she'd said it. Let him do with it whatever he wanted. She watched as the look on his handsome face changed from confusion to disbelief, and back to confusion again.
His jaw dropped, and he asked, "What are you sayin'? Say it again, so I don't get it wrong."
"I love you, Paddy."
-Titanic: The Long Night, Diane Hoh
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
"Poirot," I said, as he remained rapt in thought, "hadn't we better go on? Everyone is staring at us."
"Eh? Well, perhaps you are right. Though it does not incommode me that people should stare. It does not interfere in the least with my train of thought."
"People were beginning to laugh," I murmured.
-Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie
(previously published as 'Lord Edgeware Dies')
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 09, 2011
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Dustfinger's expression gave nothing away. He really didn't know yet! Ah, love. What a perfect tool of revenge. Even the fearless heart that Dustfinger had brought back from the dead was powerless against it. "You should really go to her. She's sobbing in the most heartrending way, tearing her beautiful hair." The look in his eyes! Got you, thought Orpheus. Got you both on the hook now, you and the Bluejay. "My black dog is guarding your daughter," he went on, and every word tasted as good as spiced wine. "I expect she's terribly afraid. But I've ordered my dog not to feast on her sweet flesh and soul...just yet." There--so fear could sting Dustfinger after all. His unscarred face turned pale. He stared at Orpheus's shadow, but the Night-Mare did not emerge from it. The Night-Mare was outside the cage where Brianna sat weeping and calling for her father.
"I'll kill you if it so much as touches her. I don't know much about killing, but for you I'd learn!"
-Inkdeath, Cornelia Funke