[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine,

I Adore Wilkie Collins,” Tessa Cried. “oh—armadale! And The Woman In White … Are You Laughing At Me?” “not At You,” Said Will, Grinning, “more Because Of You. I’ve Never Seen Anyone Get So Excited Over Books Before. You’d Think They Were Diamonds.” “well, They Are, Aren’t They? Isn’t There Anything You Love Like That? And Don’t Say ‘spats’ Or ‘lawn Tennis’ Or Something Silly.” “good Lord,” He Said With Mock Horror, “it’s Like She Knows Me Already.

The Queen Sniffed. "i Rather Miss Your Jace," She Said. "of All Of You, He Was The Prettiest And The Best-mannered.

Clary Wondered How Many Boyfriends She'd Turned Into Rats By Accident. -clary To Isabelle, Pg.245-

That Sounds Almost Practiced, James Carstairs. How Many Girls Have You Made Swoon With That Observation?" "there Is Only One Girl I Care To Make Swoon," He Said. "the Question Is, Does She?" She Smiled At Him. "she Does.

Charlotte, Darling," Henry Said To His Wife, Who Was Staring At Him In Gape-mouthed Horror. Jessamine, Beside Her, Was Wide Eyed. "sorry I'm Late. You Know, I Think I Might Nearly Have The Sensor Working-" Will Interrupted. "henry," He Said, "you're On Fire. You Do Know That Don't You?