Quotes by : A.S. Peterson

She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so....

in all the vastness of the world, the deepest adventure is not of war or mortal danger, but of heart,....

Though he wouldn’t take it or offer it back, she gave. She squeezed it into him and held it there.....

Most often, their association was one of silence, but that is a thing of uncommon worth when partaken....

Turn it beautiful. His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always....

Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.

These times of war and ruin will pass, and by love, you will be renewed and all terrible things shall....

She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark....

She will at least be decently clothed as she waits. Tomorrow I shall find her a brush and powder and....

And then she caught the song. She fell upon it and music poured from the fiddle’s hollow, bright and....