Whenever you're done reading the chapter," he held uo his hands like take your time, "we'll start the concert." With a quick flip of my wrist I gave him the middle finger. He threw his head back and laughed.

I looked up at Hawkins, who locked eyes with mine as he sang, "Love in an elevator, lovin' it up, til I hit the ground.

I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.

Puisque l'amour est cause de la joie, où l'amour est plus grand, la joie est plus manifeste.

C'est bien en nous que se féconde le plus joyeux et doux jardin du monde.

Il faut garder quelques sourires pour se moquer des jours sans joie.

Before she could utter another word, Albert’s voice boomed from the hallway. “I will kill him. If he has so much as hurt one hair on her head, I will kill him.”Albert stood with his hands on his hips, in full battle gear. Chain mail, helm, sword and dirks. The half helm did not cover his face entirely. And it could do nothing to mask his fury. Purple with rage, his eyes afire with barely controlled rage, he stood with his shoulders back and a fierce glare that warned he meant every word he spoke.
“Albert, I be so sorry,”she told him. “I do no’ken how he came to know about the sword or why he wants it.”
“Joie,”Albert said as he took one step forward. “I do no’give one bloody wit about the Gladius. Ye are me sister now and I would never do a thing to bring you any pain. But Laurin? I love her with all me heart.”
He needn’t say more. The pain, the anguish, blended with fury, were clearly evident.
“I will not ask you to show any of them any mercy,”she told him.“Laurin is the sister of my heart. Please,”she choked on her words. “Bring her home.