Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast."This is death toast sweety.

I'm trying to find someone who doesn't want to be found.""That can be as hard as looking for a shadow.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.

The woman had a body wet dreams were made of, and he couldn't remember being this goddamn hard in his life.

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

Is it not enough to shine,To know that friends are true?That love is born of friendship,And who you are is you?

The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.

Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it." "Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced

He promised he'd never leave me. That we'd be friends forever." "He was foolish to promise such things,

Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.~"Disarming (Reign of Blood #2)

Die Welt ist gierig, und manchmal verschwinden Menschen in ihrem Schlund, ohne jemals wieder gesehen zu werden.

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

Those who die never truly leave us. They are forever there beyond the shimmering of light at the edge of sight.

Oh-ho, so you are a witch. More like a witchling, as you're too small to be a full witch.” (Emmerich)