The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2

by Beth Brower

Hawkes’s smile was like the flicker of a candle.

You can feel deeply and love with all your heart. But I do not and cannot. My heart has never bothered with anything but to beat a little faster at a beautiful fabric.

“I believe a few more desserts would give us the clarity we need.”

It is impossible, but impossible has been done before.”

He did not look old, but he looked worn.

Considering Mr. Penury’s advice, I almost asked how much she would be paying me for each appearance. Recognising, however, that I was wearing her charity, I did not.

Dreams are not reality. UNTIL THEY ARE.

His face screwed up like a used napkin.

Mr. Pierce, with his storm-cloud voice and tired eyes, was a foreign creature.

“I have found that on occasions of high absurdity, one either discovers a great friend or someone to never speak with again.

Her laugh was like sunshine.

Dancing with Roland was like wearing quality silk or eating a creamy confection.

Smooth and indulgent.

Our conversation was very June and very Afternoon, meaning it meandered like a honey bee.