He can barely even look at the stuff or all the memories he usually keeps on lockdown rush back, or else the sweets all whisper traitor.
Before, he wouldn’t have said it had a smell, or even thought about it much, but now he knows: it is sharp and wintery and makes him shiver, but for all that, somehow enticing.
Narnia, Edmund
He can barely even look at the stuff or all the memories he usually keeps on lockdown rush back, or else the sweets all whisper traitor.
Before, he wouldn’t have said it had a smell, or even thought about it much, but now he knows: it is sharp and wintery and makes him shiver, but for all that, somehow enticing.