You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

I think I’ll just go take a shower,” I said. It wasn’t until Samuel stiffened that I remembered I’d just come out of the shower. So much for playing normal.

Wizards are a secretive lot.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious.