There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.
Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing?
Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?
If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.
The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.
The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.
The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.
Did you recently turn into a jerk or have you been one since birth?
Do I look like I want to be involved in your teen love saga? Ask someone who cares.
My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac--you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan.