“Sweet wine from Spain and gossip from France; the sun in the windows dimmed, sorrowed prettily as the day declined, until the candles' light was mirrored in the glass. Their dabbling flames were like guesses at a feeling, the hearth's fire like the feeling itself. It was a beautiful pastime she had missed; hours that had stepped light-footed on Emilia's memory and passed on.” BeautifulLovelyDescriptionImageryDescriptiveFigurative LanguageThe HeavensSandra Newman Book:The Heavens Source: The Heavens
“Outdoors; everything one might dream. The fairy-gray clouded sky and the fairy-green misted wood. Her tall horse shying at a sparkling brook. All dreams.” BeautifulNatureDreamsLovelyDescriptionDescriptiveAbundantThe HeavensSandra Newman Book:The Heavens Source: The Heavens
“Then it cleared: farther down the hallway, a door had opened on a flourish of sunlight. Into the light stepped a youth, white and gold, a celestial apparition—the Earl of Southampton. His face was beardless still, the eyes pale blue and with the lashless look of redheads. His auburn tresses, artfully curled, fell almost to his elbows. He was six feet tall and lovely as a waterfall, as pretty as a flowering tree. White silk, white velvet, cloth of gold. A gold filigree earring in one ear. Emilia knew him from her days of attendance on the Queen: an uncanny, androgynous youth with the despotic pout of the beautiful, who can never be sufficiently loved.” BeautifulLovelyDescriptionImageryDescriptiveElizabethanThe HeavensSandra Newman Book:The Heavens Source: The Heavens
“It was night, and the sky spreading into a rain that fell like darkness visible, a glistering where there was no light.” NightRainLovelyDescriptionDescriptiveThe HeavensSandra Newman Book:The Heavens Source: The Heavens
