With lips unbrightened, wrethless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"Work Without Hope"
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Crown of Stone
Teen FictionWren Greywood just moved to a new school in Ivy Hollow, Pennsylvania. Away from her dad, her only friend, and away from the city. She and her mom had to leave Chicago because of Wren's allergy to iron. Also because they couldn't afford Wren's medici...
