“Snow is seldom still. It swirls and blinds. It clings to everything, glimmering and glittering, and when a gust comes, it turns into white fog. And it stings. First like needles, then like razors. Tiny particles of ice chafe the cheeks, and even when they settle, they hide pitfalls.” SnowIceHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirSurenWrenPitfallsGlitteringStingsGlimmering Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir
“Looking up into the infinite splendor, I couldn’t help but notice the stars dancing with light, as harmonious in their movements as an orchestra. The purple, black, blue, yellow, and golden streaks of light melted together into a glimmering pool so thick you could drink it. Each beam of light flickering through countless light years of time and space, each star shining so huge that it could fit tens, billions, or even quadrillions of earth-sized planets into it, so huge and significant and yet, at the very same moment, smaller than the point of a needle. I couldn’t help but be in awe.” AweHarmoniousSplendorGlimmering Book:Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose