Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.
I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.
The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.
Will grinned. Some of these books are dangerous, he said. It’s wise to be careful.One must always be careful of books, said Tessa, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.I’m no...
There is more to living than not dying.
And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt.It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessa...
How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazingat the radiance of the sun.Jem still had his eyes closed. If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.
Well, I don't want you to die, Tessa said. I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met you -- but I don't want you to die.And I trust you, he said. I don't know why -- I've just met you --...
As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a...
I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admire...
He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stoppe...
