I Love Your Name. I Love The

There Is No Cure For Fictional Character Love, But The Plus Side Is That It Is An Entirely Benign Disease With No Bad Side Effects.

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

Well I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death.

Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger.

I Get No Sense From His Note At All,” Said Will, Bounding To His Feet, “except That He Can Quote Tennyson’s Lesser Poetry. Sophie, How Quickly Can You Have Tessa Ready?” “half An Hour,” Said Sophie, Not Looking Up From The Dress. “meet Me In The Courtyard In Half An Hour, Then,” Said Will. “i’ll Wake Cyril. And Be Prepared To Swoon At My Finery.