You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.

reading is the soul's salvation

For they both were solitary, She on earth and he is heaven. And he wooed her with caressed, Wooed her with his smile of sunshine -Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

That’s when she’d learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.

‎'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.

Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.