That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?

I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

I might be a wicked girl who'd think nothing of eating a baby for breakfast, but I'd never allow myself to get expelled. It's far too public.

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don’t feel very much.

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?

I still can't understand how Cecil and my old tutor, Fitz, got along so well, when we often called Fitz 'the Genius' and avoided calling Cecil anything at all, so as not to be rude.