A soothing sound enveloped them. Ombric hazarded a guess as to its origin, "It's like the falling sand from a thousand hourglasses.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

Questions swirled in my brain like terrified bait minnows in a bucket.

The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.

A pleasant occupation for / A rather susceptible Chancellor!

...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.