My Rapier Wit Hides My Inner Pain.

You Can Tell Me To Stop Any Time You Want, But You Won't.

Mundies Die Awfully Easily, Don't They?" "isabelle, You Know It's Bad Luck To Talk About Death In A Sickroom.

I Have Come To Understand Something About Novels," Tessa Said. "and What Is That?" "they Are Not True.

When One Steals A Flying Balloon And Animates It To Fly Over Paris, One Should, Ideally, Have Some Idea How Said Balloon Normally Works.

He Had Electric Blue Hair That Had Stuck Around His Head Like Tendrils Of A Startled Octopus.