A blind man could see that man would die for you, but that doesn't mean you won't die alongside him.
Lisa MantchevAriel spoke Tybalt's line: "'Have at thee, coward!'"
"Save yer breath for a pretty death rattle.
There is a Beatrice who exists beyond the obligations of a daughter, outside the object of man's affections.
Lisa MantchevA cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling. . . .
Lisa MantchevMots clés humorous
Our unguarded reactions are the most honest ones.
Lisa Mantchevher spine was the crease on a piece of paper, her bones no more than diagonal folds on a bit of origami
Lisa MantchevAriel contributed nothing to the speculation, instead crossing his arms one over the other. The action recalled his butterfly familiars from the skies, and they flocked to him with eager wing beats.
"Bats!" Moth flailed at the air. "Vampire bats!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Peaseblossom said with a sniff. "Vampire bats don't sparkle.
Nate handed it over the expert, and Waschbär examined it in turn, finally concluding with a low whistle. "No, not a diamond. It's a star."
"A star?" the fairies chorused.
"Yer cryin' th' stars from yer eyes." Nate's hands on the reins tightened as he added, "Fer Ariel.
The illusion of freedom is just another sort of prison-
Lisa MantchevYou're missing the point! ... We could make it rain cupcakes from the sky! Raspberry-jam pies would grow on trees, and chocolate rabbits would poop chocolate buttons!
Lisa MantchevMots clés humor
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