And then I am going to rattle the stars.

I'm sure I'll find some use for the dress before summer."Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. "Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint-or start a riot."She laughed under her breath, and turned to go, stuffing her hands into her pockets and praying her fingers didn't fall off on the way home."Here," Kavill said, and she turned to find a pair of exquisite dove-gray suede gloves in his hands. "On the house. For many years of loyal patronage." His face bore its usual mask of polite calm and courtesy, but his brown eyes were bright. "And a gift-for a year spent without any gloves at all.

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

Pity those who don't feel anything at all

You don't bite the women of other males.