No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.

He did a very good impression of a stone column.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a book down, and that was a tragedy.

I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.

I do like the world quite a lot.

If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.