She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.

A heart is a heart in a child or a man.

I do like the world quite a lot.

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

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.