Ellen Read Quotes

This poem inspired me to write my eBook.

The Miller's Daughter by Alfred Lord Tennyson

It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear;
For hid in ringlets day and night
I'd touch her neck so warm and white.

How beautiful the house was with
its magnolia trees lining the drive,
their branches outstretched as if they
were beckoning him inside. Rose tipped
blossoms caught the last of the sun's
golden light, giving the flowers
an ethereal glow that shimmered
and looked magical.

Yes, you should," Edith said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Never turn your back on happiness.

Wax and feathers," Alaric repeated, and then laughed again. "This might be the last great assault on the tower," he added.

Ellen Read, The Treasure

The spicy sweet fragrance of the large full blooms, which rambled over the side and top of an arched metal framework, welcomed them as they walked beneath them. Shafts of sunlight pierced the canopy, dust motes floating languorously in the golden beams that spotlighted clumps of wayward snowdrops growing in the lawn.

A Willie Wagtail, a small bird with a black back and, as the name suggested, a black tail that continually wagged, ran beneath the wattle, seemingly to chastise the noisy lorikeets.

The blood drained from her face as ice tracked through her veins" - Alexandra & Edith's Escapades - The Diamond Ring

I always have hope," Alaric said. "Hope, child, is one of the most important things in life. With hope, we take the next step forward."

Ellen Read, The Treasure

Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and
whispered words, written long ago, words that
wriggled through the aged leather, trembled
beneath his touch. What lives and loves,
hopes and dreams, deaths and despair
these volumes held.

Never turn your back on happiness

There is always stardust in my eyes when I look at you, my love.

Time meant nothing.
She loved him in an instant.
She would love him forever.

Guilt added to Rachael's grief. Swirled amongst it like a river of shame.

To believe in the impossible is to discover all things are possible."
Ellen Read

Alexandra gasped and fell backwards. The blood drained from her face as ice tracked through her veins. She scrambled back to the keyhole and stared at the men in the room.

Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedict's. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of delight caressed her body and she felt the warmth of a blush on her throat and cheeks.