I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.

Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.

She looked around. They had drifted far away from the bank of the canal. "Are we stealing this boat?" "Stealing' is such an ugly word," he mused. "What do you want to call it?" He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. "An extreme case of window-shopping.

Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

He'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.