February 18, 2012
After a time she wiped her face with the backs of her hands and lay down on the bed, not bothering to undress, though there was blood on her clothing. The tears had stopped. Am emptiness, pushing outwards from her heart, took their place. She lay there but could not sleep.
A little later, she heard the sound from outside. She had been waiting for that sound.
Ammar swung up and onto the window ledge. He stayed there, motionless, regarding her a long while.
“Will you forgive me?” he asked finally. “I needed to come.”
“I would not have forgiven you, ever, had you not.” she said. “Hold me.”
He jumped down to the floor and crossed the room. He lay down on the bed beside her, and she lay her head on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat. His hand came up and touched her hair.
“Oh, my love,” he said softly. “Jehane.”
She began, again, to cry.
The Lions of Al-Rassan pg 481
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One of my favorite passages. One of my favorite books. READ IT.
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February 9, 2012
(by the wandering fire)
YAY! Look, another photo of mine floating around tumblr.
Story behind these: Bill Miller is a History professor who is endlessly entertaining and intelligent. He teaches a course on the Civil War which he particularly enjoys. Among other things, he knows about Victorian Era New York, lamps, and how to BIND BOOKS. He even taught me how to bind them. My flickr set has more photos of his office. If you go to Stony Brook, look him up!
February 5, 2012
(by the wandering fire)
Oh hey! This is my photo! It’s neat to find it on flickr with so many notes.
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December 23, 2011
My dad saved this fortune cookie just for me. How thoughtful is he? :’) (Taken with instagram)
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