Demon pox, said Sophie. Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him. The room exploded...
More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! 'Well, he's f...
You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.'So there was prob...
He wasn’t certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn’t happened in a blinding flas...
I've got a hangover.No, you hit your head on the floor.I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.
It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be...Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight.I'm old.
By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. I'll make some hot buttered toast, she said. Is that all you can do in the face of...
By the time I was finished, Dad looked older and sadder than I'd ever seen him. None of this makes any sense.I'm beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography.
Let me drive, she said, reaching for the reins.He turned to her in disbelief. This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon.Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were re...
It was remarkable, but every time he kissed her, her lips seemed to grow sweeter, her scent more beguiling. And his need grew, too. His blood was racing with desire, and it was taking his every last s...
What are you smiling about? she asked. He drew back a few inches, cupping her face with both hands. How did you know I was smiling? I could feel it on my lips. He brought a finger to those lips, traci...
Oh, for the love of God, Benedict snarled. Will you let go of her or will I have to shoot your damned hand off? Benedict wasn’t even holding a gun, but the tone of his voice was such that the man let...
You can’t marry her, Araminta insisted. Benedict turned to his mother. Is there any reason I need to consult Lady Penwood about this? None that I can think of, Lady Bridgerton replied. She is nothing...
She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin— she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hol...
Tell me about this Wizard Howl of yours.He's the best wizard in Ingary or anywhere else. If he'd only had time, he would have defeated that djinn. And he's sly and selfish and vain as a peacock and co...
Sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!