James was standing on the ground he and Hoke had packed hard with their foot traffic--arms crossed, admiring the work of their labor--when the idea seeded and planted in his mind.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart,” read Harry, “as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death . . . the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
God and the seasons could always be counted on . . . If only men were so reliable.
Children grow wings, Abigail. You got to let 'em or they won't be strong to face whatever lies before them.
The light from the cabin drew him like the beacon of a lighthouse pulling in a weary sailor. It shone for miles over the rolling land.