“Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow” LooksDoeStillsDiesSorrowDown AndGreenGrassSparrowsMacabre Book:Song of the Sparrow Source: Song of the Sparrow
“Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the warriors make war, and it is like a dance, almost beautiful, always macabre. The noise brings me back, the fearsome noise of swords striking swords, a metallic clanging that rings in my ears, echoing and echoing the fearsome din of men screaming and crying as they meet the sharp ends of blades.” MenLooksDoeStillsWarEndsBeautifulDiesCrySorrowEarsDown AndGreenRingsNoiseWarriorGrassCarpetBladesEmeraldsMetallicMacabre Author:Lisa Ann Sandell
“Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.” KnowsBeautifulFacesRichSkyFieldsTownsBlueGreenGrassDullBrownYellowPaleBedroomTwistsBladesVividSomewhere ElseSunnyPaletteBlades Of GrassSuffocating Author:Lisa Ann Sandell
