I Never Cared,” He Said. “i Wanted

She'd Been Impressed By His Looks At First--those Sharply Planed Cheekbones And Those Black, Fathomless Eyes--but His Affable, Sympathetic Personality Grated On Her Now. She Didn't Like Boys Who Looked As If They Never Got Mad About Anything. In Isabelle's World, Rage Equaled Passion Equaled A Good Time.

And I Think That You Do Not Understand That Sometimes The Only Choice Is Between Acceptance And Madness.

Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled Royal Person At His Feet, "i Must Write My Memoirs.

I Adore Wilkie Collins,” Tessa Cried. “oh—armadale! And The Woman In White … Are You Laughing At Me?” “not At You,” Said Will, Grinning, “more Because Of You. I’ve Never Seen Anyone Get So Excited Over Books Before. You’d Think They Were Diamonds.” “well, They Are, Aren’t They? Isn’t There Anything You Love Like That? And Don’t Say ‘spats’ Or ‘lawn Tennis’ Or Something Silly.” “good Lord,” He Said With Mock Horror, “it’s Like She Knows Me Already.

And Maybe It Would Have Bitten You In Half," Said Will. "what You Are Describing, The Transformation Into A Demon, Is The Last Stage Of The Pox." "will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them." "yes, But If Benedict Was Going To Turn Into An Enormous Serpent, You'd Think You Could At Least Have Mentioned It," Said Charlotte. "as A Matter Of General Interest.