Mortals do not like uncertainty. They do not like change. Change is frightening. Change is painful.
Life deals the cards, but it is up to us how we play them.[Maria of Jülich-Berg, mother of Anna of Cleves]
Leaving us again?' Sera asked.Astrid snorted. 'I've been trying to leave you ever since I met. I never seem to get very far.'Sera smiled at that.
I have a surprise for you, the Beast had said, in his usual brusque tone.Belle had just come in from feeding her horse, Philippe, and was standing by the kitchen's back door, shaking snow from her clo...
Ella estuvo allí. Formó parte de todo aquello. Vio la historia en primera fila. Y lo que vio la hizo enloquecer.
But what if you don't like your own story. What then?
Undoes us.
You're here with us, Astrid. We're the Six now, just like we were meant to be. And that means the world to me. - Sera
Will gritted his teeth as Will Junior and Nellie continued their debate. He loved his son, but he found him--and many members of hisgeneration--ruthless in their pursuit of money and standing and hars...
Why isn’t real life like book life? I asked, sitting down next to him. Why aren’t people plain and uncomplicated?
Voice, according to Miss Wilcox, is not just the sound that comes from your throat but the feeling that comes from your words.
Uh-oh,' Lafitte said ominously. 'Swamp queen just go angry.
Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get—a cold, sick feeling deep down inside—when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop...
Paddy'nin ve Charlie'nin ücretleri hane gelirinin aslan payını teşkil ediyordu; kirayı onlar ödüyor, giysileri onlar satın alıyor ve yemeğin büyük bir kısmını onlar karşılıyordu.Kate'in ve Fiona'nın k...
No había sentido ningún dolor, sólo temor por él.Creo que fue entonces cuando empezó la revolución.No la de París, ni la de los franceses, sino la mía.
There are reasons, she said. If you knew… if I could tell you… Her hands, resting on top of the table, knotted into fists. Her long blond hair, pale as moonlight, swirled around her shoulders. Her ice...
Serafina slid the ring off her finger… You belong to another Sera, not me, she whispered.
Only education can empty the workhouses and prisons, the slums and rookeries.
For the first time in her life, she didn't look like royalty. She looked fierce, edgy, and troublesome. A merl not to be messed with.And she liked it.
The Beast slowly minced his way out onto the ice. Once clear of the verge, he stopped - or tried to. His feet swept him swiftly forwards and upwards, and his body slammed down, right onto his backside...