Tonight The Sky Was Utterly Black. Perhaps

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers

She Is Mine.' Edward’s Low Voice Was Suddenly Dark, Not As Composed As Before. 'i Didn’t Say I Would Fight Fair.

Storytelling Was The Most Honored Of All Talents, For It Benefited Everyone.