Report, if you have a problem with this page“ As the first hard drops of rain fell, the Witch caught sight, not of the girl's face, but of the shoes. Her sister's shoes. They sparkled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood, and thorny stars. ”
Gregory Maguire
From : Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
