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“Above the snap and pop of the fire, the wind howled, prowling around the inn, snooping at the windows and whining at the door. The candle flames quivered in the draft, melting the wax into strange shapes.”

Book:Look for Me by Moonlight

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Look for Me by Moonlight

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Mary Downing Hahn

Mary Downing Hahn, born on December 9, 1937, is an American author of children's literature. Known for her works that focus on horror and mystery, she has gained popularity among readers. more

“The stewards of Honeywell House had really outdone themselves with the decorations. As with the rehearsal dinner, everything was lit by candlelight. Delicate crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, light danced from the brass sconces on the walls, and there were pillars holding bowls of water with small tealight candles floating on the top in the shape of water lilies. It was like a set from one of those Nancy Meyers movies his mums had made him watch growing up.”

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Book:Best Hex Ever

Source: Best Hex Ever

“Aquí todo respira, un contacto perdido se restablece; la música ayuda, el vodka, la amistad… Esas sombras en la cornisa; la habitación tiene pulmones, algo que late. Si, la electricidad es eleática, nos ha petrificado las sombras.”

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Book:Rayuela

Source: Rayuela

“Until I was twenty-three, I was filled with rage because the Turks took my sister and beat my mother in front of my eyes until she died. But when I was twenty-three, I felt this was not the right way to be a man, so I began to pray to God so He would see me. I was making peace with myself. Now I am ready to meet my God. I am at peace. Last year when the big earthquake happened in Turkey, it killed so many Turks. And I prayed for those Turks-I prayed for those poor Turkish people.”

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Author:Robert Fisk

“Each Christmas my parents would light candles for the table, flames that softened the twinkling pink lights of the tree and infused the air with the smell of beeswax. As the candles burned low into the late afternoon, their shadows hid the gaudy paper crowns and detritus of Christmas crackers that lay torn, their snaps exploded. The flames made everyone's eyes sparkle, the sugar crystals on the fruit jellies glisten and the edges of the room dim and more interesting. By five o'clock, instead of a scene of brightly colored carnage, it was like peering at a fairy-tale world through a piece of golden gauze.”