#abbey

I guess I'm the perfect match, then, for a girl who likes to visit a cemetery." He drew out every syllable so that it sounded like a love song. I closed my eyes, savoring those words. "A perfect match," I murmured. "My other half. ↗

— Jessica Verday

#caspian #love #love

Good heaven! My dear Isabella, what do you mean? Can you -- can you really be in love with James? ↗

— Jane Austen

#northanger-abbey #love

You're going to be too busy being at my beck and call to worry about doing any driving. ↗

— Shawn Keenan

#funny #kip #sexist #business

But neither could compare with the gargantuan natural edifice that was the mountain upon which Nachtstürm Castle rose. It was a mountain made of the darkness between two lightning bolts. It was made less of earth than Stygian frost. Whole towns fell away as they ascended, as though the ranks of black and frowning conifers waged war against the humans below. Even the path – rather narrow and rarely straight – seemed less made by centuries of pilgrim feet and more by the trace of some careless demon’s claw. It was, in fact, perfect. ↗

— Emily C.A. Snyder

#jane-austen #nachtsturm-castle #northanger-abbey #nature