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.

Handing me a pen is like handy a madman a knife…at the end of it you know you’ll end up with a lot of broken bones, blood, and bodies – but it’ll be one hell...

Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and...

It was as if he had two faces, one of utmost calm, one of furious action; and he wore both with ease. He was like the animal whose face he wore, able to sit in...

Alderic, Knight of the Order of the City and the Assault, hereditary Guardian of the King’s Peace of Mind, a man not unremembered among the makers of myth, pondered so long upon the Gibbelins’ hoard...

Now there was great rejoicing at the rumor of Alderic’s quest, for all folk knew that he was a cautious man, and they deemed that he would succeed and enrich the world, and they rubbed...

Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you’re wearing?

Well, can you tell her that?”He looked down at his feet. “I will. I will.”Guy-speak for, “I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

You’ll get fired if anyone finds out about us!””So many rules in this century,” Vane muttered.

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?