The grass must have been growing during the night, for it is tickling our bare ankles; and sure of all coolness, none so refreshing to the frame as that which follows one’s foot-prints on meadow aglitter with morning dews.

When Dis told her about groundhog daying, named after the old movie, she'd underestimated the way the experience would play out for her, going through the same conversations over again, trying different gambits but ending up in the same[…]

The wide plain gauzed into a sea on which the hut floated lonely.

Otar, a pleasant and cultured adeling with a tremendous nose and sparse hair, had his two mistresses with him