Rose pictured him standing at the boundary of the Ogletree house in that enormous fur cape, with a giant sword sticking over his shoulder, roaring at the top of his lungs and then being upset that nobody came out, and laughed.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

If a man takes you to a restaurant of his choosing, don’t compliment him. Rave about the quality of the food and he’ll be thrilled, because he took you there.

A pissy werelion was rather difficult to live with.

Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.

I batted my eyelashes and did my best to appear dumb as a board

Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.