“She was even more beautiful like this, when she didn’t veil her emotions behind formality. Helvig would never have guessed that a girl who seemed carved from ice would melt over something as silly as a common deer.”
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exists, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.
Review for Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Magic Within, Vol. 1
I was born a tree. It was easier, then. All I needed was the earth and the wind and the rain. All I needed was the sunlight warm in my dappled leaves.
There was no fear, just growth. No wanting, just sky. No thirst, thirst, thrist.