Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.
Cinda Williams Chima- Qual é, Jack, é mais do que isso - disse Ellen. Ela passou para um falsete agudo abobado - Ele é muito gato... É praticamente europeu. Quer dizer, ele viveu no mundo todo. E ele fala francês. - Ela cutucou Seph com o ombro. - E você viu os olhos dele? Eles mudam de cor, e ele tem aqueles cílios longos e escuros. E o jeito que ele beija. - Ela revirou os olhos.
(...)
- E então? Qual é o segredo de um grande beijo, Seph? - perguntou Jack - É a técnica, a duração, a intensidade ou o poder?
Seph soltou um suspiro dramático.
- Oh, está certo, Jack. Eu beijo você. Mas só desta vez.
Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.
Cinda Williams ChimaWell now, Jack," Hastings said from the sidelines. "I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start." He sounded amused.
Cinda Williams ChimaOne more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.
Cinda Williams ChimaAnd they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.
Cinda Williams ChimaMots clés last-words alliteration
More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.
Cinda Williams ChimaHe's not lazy. He's just highly inefficient.
Cinda Williams ChimaLeicester stared fixedly at the image before him, the color bleached from his face by its brilliance. Seph sensed the headmaster's mind questing out, trying to discover and destroy the wizard behind the image, but finding nothing, no trail of magic, no stone, no flesh and blood to focus on.
Jason Haley, the puppeteer, was safely ensconced in the gallery above.
Ellen rose to her feet. Jack thought for a moment she was going to storm out. Instead, she picked up the pitcher of hot fudge and poured the contents onto Leesha Middleton's pink jeans and fuzzy white sweater.
"Oops." Ellen sat down again and went back to eating her ice cream.
Leesha screamed, a sound that could be heard in Canada. Every eye in Corcoran's was on her. She slid out of the booth and swiped ineffectually at her jeans with a napkin.Then she plucked at her ruined sweater with her thumb and forefinger. "You...you...I can't believe you did that!"
Ellen licked whipped cream from the back of her spoon and looked at Leesha calmly.
Leesha was tiny, but she seemed to expand, like an amphibian taking on air, then she drew herself up and retrieved her pink leather purse from the bench next to Jack. It was smeared with fudge too. "You'll pay for that, I promise you," she said to Ellen in a voice that raised the gooseflesh on Jack's neck. Then she turned and left.
For a moment, Corcoran's was totally silent.
Ellen looked across the table at Jack's sundae. "Are you going to finish that?
Mots clés humor fudge ellen-vs-leesha
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