Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

Just shut your mouth, you ignorant twat.Aw, Dallas, he called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat.It's the rank, Eve told her. You'll make bitch one day. Thanks. Tha...

It didn't help, reminding herself that if she were back in Blackpool she'd spend the afternoon aching to be in London. It just made her feel that she'd never be happy anywhere.

Is there anything I can do?He gave her a tired grin. Crawl in bed with me.She glared at him, then got up and tossed him a terry-cloth robe she found hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Meet me i...

In every way that counted, I failed him.

If a Martian were watching our television shows, he'd conclude that guns were more common than hammers. They're not evil themselves--they're tools--but everywhere you go, bad people have them. It beho...

I was the Fool and the Fool was me. He was the Catalyst and so was I. We were two halves of a whole, sundered and come together again. For an instant I knew him in his entirety, complete and magical,...

I libri le aprivano mondi nuovi e le facevano conoscere persone straordinarie che vivevano una vita piena di avventure. Viaggiava su antichi velieri con Joseph Conrad. Andava in Africa con Ernest Hemi...

I hear of a convention to be held at Baltimore, or elsewhere, for the selection of a candidate for the Presidency, made up chiefly of editors, and men who are politicians by profession; but I think, w...

I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare.

Hero soon lost interest in the conversation, and left her chair to go and look out of the window into the busy street. When the Viscount at last rose to go she was employed in drawing faces on the dus...

He did not consider public opinion to be accurate at long range.

Haven't had your fill of interesting events?Never. They are the spice of life. She held up her half-finished hat. How do you like it?It's nice. The blue is pretty. But what do the runes say?Raxacori-O...

Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots! I said keeping my voice down. Will you just put a stopper in it?She looked at me and sighed. Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonde...

Dios me creó para que yo lo imitara de noche. Él es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es fútil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, márgenes de río, pantanos y sombras.

Cosmic consciousness is the next level of holistic perception.

But I forgot to tell him, I said quietly, opening the door, that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.

And this? Aldhelm of Malmesbury. Listen to this page: 'Primitus pantorum procerum poematorum pio potissimum paternoque presertim privilegio panegiricum poemataque passim prosatori sub polo promulgatas...

Am I too late? Caleb asked as he joined them. Did he do something stupid?Yeah. On both counts. Tristan stalked past Nick.

¿Kitten?-¿Si?Sus ojos eran hermosos cuando se encontraron con los míos, luminosos y claros,y un largo momento se extendió entre nosotros. -Te amo. Daemon Black, Opposition.