Viktor looked at the older man’s nightshirt, robe, and nightcap. His lips quirked into a smile. “The hour is late, and the household sleeps. How is it that you are still awake?” “I knew you would be knocking on the door sooner or later.” Pi...
I want to help you," Oliver said. "Why?" Galen looked up at him. "Because of Petunia?" Oliver was relieved that the prince didn't seem to be skeptical about his conviction. He simply looked like he wanted to know, and so did Heinrich, when Oliver dar...
Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic. Curses bloomed. Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collap...
All the world seemed suddenly dream, for in what waking world would a prince deceive his own people for the benefit of a slave? ~ Ayden
Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?' 'Faffing about, most likely', said Will.
My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - " "I am NOT naming our child Buford...
She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?
Eggs," said Henry dreamily, looking at his plate. "I do love eggs. I could eat them all day.
We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.
Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.
Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.
Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.
Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.
The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?
A fish might more easily live on the apex of a rock than a man accustomed to crime live a life of virtue. (“The Story of Prince Barkiarokh”)
Grace saved my life; it can revolutionize yours.
On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.
Happiness does not completely depend on comforts or opulence. Even a pauper can be happier than a prince.
