Descriptive Essay On The Palace

9 “A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress.

She lifted the hat one more time and set it down slowly on her head. Two wings of gray hair protruded on either side of her florid face, but her eyes, sky-blue, were as innocent as they must have been when she was ten. Where it not that she was a widow who had struggled fiercely to feed and clothe and put him through school and who was supporting him still, “until he got on his feet,” she might have been a little girl that he had to take to town.

In “ A Palace Thief” by Ethan Canin, Mr. Hundert is a teacher who, while good at heart, makes unethical decisions in times of duress. While others may argue that he also make ethical decisions, these ideas are quickly depressed with solid evidence. Appearing throughout the story are examples of this behavior, and even though this story spans over many decades, these decisions are spread evenly in the story. Certain variables such as his place of work may cause these actions.

His warm breath contrasting sharply with the chilled air, while his skin looked as though it could have been taken straight from the darkened sky that glittered high above. Thoughts began to drift into the man’s hazy mind. About their first meeting in her father’s shop, how he’d rescued her from the bugger who yabbered on about chooks. Eventually, his thoughts brought him back

On the Twenty-Eighth Day, the Outer Bailey was graced with an event that surrounded Courtesy and Decorum with Mistress Josie as its hostess. In her own words, the event was designed to give Denizens the opportunity to learn what a formal ball might consist of in the Inner Bailey. To prepare for this event, the mistress teamed up with the Royal Curator, Master Jeffery to teach Denizens in the Outer Bailey about courtly dancing.

The silence that followed was deafening. His deep brown eyes trailed from her slightly parted rosy lips down to her neck and rested on the half-hidden words permanently written below her right collarbone. He'd seen it enough times he could trace those letters blindfolded. She watched him watching her and took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to suppress the desire that mirrored his own.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

For once, she wandered toward him with no children in tow. Today, she wore no linen coif, and her elbow-length, blond hair hung down loose. Percival had not realized how thick and glossy it was. And instead of wearing her typical nanny uniform of a stiff beige tunic dress, she wore a pale blue dress, more fitted at the top, and cinched at the waist with dark leather girdle belt. The belt accentuated the curve of her hips, and he color of her dress brought out the light honey color in her eyes. She was even more beautiful than he recalled, and in that instant, her presence was the balm he needed to soothe his agitated soul. He realized that he’d had but one brief interaction with her earlier in the day, yet her presence was exactly what he needed.

Now at the bottom, she had accepted Sophia with open arms. Their hug was awkward,

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

Samuel gazed pensively at Lelia, her soft, slate-blue eyes appeared dreamier than usual when she gazed up at him. With his heart beating faster than usual, Sam thought he felt Lelia faintly trembling. Taking a step back so he could study her intently, he tried to sound convincing when he whispered: “Hey, come on now, it’ll be okay.” He wiggled from one foot to the other.

Lauren obeyed, and dug her gloved fingers into his coat, curling her knuckles tight. His arm tightened around her. Uncontrollable shivers raced through her body. Nothing made sense. She wanted her toasty warm apartment. She wanted to forget about

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

Tiora sat gracefully in her seat, still in her dress from the night before, one leg crossed delicately over the other and her shoulders back in a relaxed posture. She glanced around the room, her bright green and brown flecked eyes took in the plain white walls of the small room. A giggle bubbled from her lips, she knew that the plain