But I fancy it can't withstand the rigors of this climate any more than an unfireproof copy of one of your books could stand the caniculars of ours.

Even as a 9-year-old girl, I had a thing for sweet, innocent cinnamon rolls – fictional characters who are too good for this world, too pure.

The mare and her foals, as though executing a spirited folk dance, pranced with loud whickerings among the guests.

The fringed Curtaines of thine eyes aduance.