Speaking Of Hope, Did You See That

Take My Hands,” Alec Said. “and Take My Strength Too. Whatever Of It You Can Use To— To Keep Yourself Going.

You Never Really Hate Anyone As Much As Someone You Cared About Once.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.