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.
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.
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.
Children grow wings, Abigail. You got to let 'em or they won't be strong to face whatever lies before them.