retellings

You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.

Perhaps being Death's companion would not be the most terrible thing in the world

The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades

My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know

Magic. For the first time, she heard the word and felt a twist in her stomach, a little thrill. Having that kind of power, that kind of influence... it was a wicked thing.

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn__ I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin?Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. _.

I don__ know how much longer I can keep pretending. How long I can contain the storm I am becoming; the emotions pushed aside that grow and strengthen, clamoring for their release. I can resist only so much. One day I won__ be able to fake a smile or weave a lie. One day I am going to explode.

The sound of the gunshot in that narrow tunnel was like being inside a thunderbolt. I held my eyes closed, my fingers still clinging to the barrel."Ow!" the Mad Hatter shouted a distance ahead. "That thing is loud!"I opened my eyes. Nine of Spades lay in front of me. He didn't move."Heh. You've got quite a roar, little lion. I've never seen a lion's roar do that, but I've never seen an elephant fit in a tin can either.

Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end.Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.

I_ I can__. I wish I were a little bolder.___hat for?_ the Hatter asked. __eing a small rock wouldn__ be much fun.

Have I..." I venture, terrified of the potential answer. "Have I gone mad?" "No, no, no." She says. "Okay, oui, peut-être, that depends. Maybe you have gone a little mad, and only for a little spell.

Someday my prince will come,_ she lamented softly, __oo fast.

Squeezing her eyes shut, hating every moment, the put a single finger in and moved it around.__here__ nothing,_ she lamented.__o deeper.__lice did.__eeper.___here__ nothing,_ she yelled, pulling out her hand in anger and humiliation.__f course there is nothing,_ the Hatter said. __ho ever heard of such a ridiculous thing?___o why did you make me do it?_ Alice demanded.__ecause it was really hot,_ he answered.

The hours wear on, while the surreal atmosphere of the asylum does not wear off.

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

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?

The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.

You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us!""So many rules in this century," Vane muttered.