Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

A mind is like a puzzle; you must unlock it to read its hidden secrets.

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

The rose fell into his lap, and he looked up, startled. Mimi grinned. "Hey handsom" Mimi sent. "What's up?" Jack replied, without speaking. "Just thinking of you." Jack's smile deepened, and he threw the rose back at her so that it landed in her lap. Mimi tucked it behind her ear and fluttered her eyelashes appreciatively.