Quotes Donut - She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, polished, and perfumed. Now they were crisscrossed with blood and dirt, wearing only bruises for jewels

She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, poli... - Patricia A. McKillip - Quotes Donut

Written By Patricia A. McKillip

She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, polished, and perfumed. Now they were crisscrossed with blood and dirt, wearing only bruises for jewels

12 Reads • June 19, 2020