Thank you for giving me another chance.""Thank you for deserving one.

I'm saving your life!""You were ready to give in! I saved my own life. You are simply keeping me company on this leg of my escape.

Eleanor laughs. “Oh, I know that, silly. But it’s easier not to let them realize it, because then they’d stop ignoring me, and they’d realize how much mischief I really get up to. Now, Lord Ackerly, I will have to ask you to stop stroking my hand, or my own shadow might replace your missing one.

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

And so I'll wish you safe wonderings, an utter absence of distasteful suitors, and many more days of sunshine for your hatless head.

You can't stay in the library all day!" I hiss, sitting next to him."This is a school. Studying is encouraged.""What exactly are you studying?"He folds the paper and gives me his cat grin. "History students.

You forgot ‘dashingly handsome.’ Dear friend is nice but hardly covers the extent of my qualities.”Eleanor looks up from her own letter writing. “How did she describe me? Because I have always preferred my eyes to be referred to as the ‘color of a storm-tossed sea.’ If either of you were wondering.”“You did not fare much better. In fact, I think I am ahead. I am a ‘dear friend,’ and you are merely ‘recently ill.

I push my fingers through his hair, matching his smile. “You will need a good deal more charm to persuade me.”He stands so abruptly I nearly fall on my side.“What is it? What’s wrong?”“I find myself in sudden dire need to increase the potency of my charm spelling.