We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.

Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.

Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.