Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work- It demands everything from you- especially the truth. Only then does it yield results.

So, destroy?" Cal asked. Clearly, the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.

Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.

Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend every waking hour thinking about boys." "Just most waking hours?

I’d been to the British museum before. In fact I’ve been in more museums than I like to admit—it makes me sound like a total geek. [That’s Sadie in the background, yelling I am a total geek. Thanks, Sis.]

Curled up at the base of the scales, fast asleep, was the oddest monster I'd seen yet. It had the head of crocodile with a lion's mane. The front half of its body was a lion, but the back end was sleek, brown, and fat - a hippo, I decided. The odd bit was, the animal was tiny - I mean, no larger than an average poodle, which I suppose made him a hippodoodle.

Remake the world, a little at a time, each in your own corner of the world.