You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

Gerti didn’t ask for help.” Miri swallowed and tried to calm her quavering voice. “It was my fault.” “So it was. Now you all have learned that those who speak out of turn choose punishment for themselves and anyone they speak to.” “So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.

What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?