It’s so sad, because it’s so hard to make her understand. It’s so hard to make her understand. I’ve gotten all these things for her. I’ve gotten all these things for her and now she just… she just wants to run away.
A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn’t have bothered otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.
Friendly reminder that Artemis Fowl literally donated a hugeass amount of his money to his already richass all-boys school–anonymously–with the deal that his whole year will go on a field trip all the way to friggin Germany just so he can sneak away from the whole group to rob the most secured bank in the world undetected by his parents.
A Series of Unfortunate Events:
Goodness dolly! Good God! Mary and Joseph! Zeus and Hera! Nathaniel Hawthorne! Don't touch her - grab her! Move closer - run away! Kill the snake - leave it alone! Give it some food - don't let it bite her! It's bitten her! It bited her! Come on get moving call an ambulance! Call a scientist! Call my wife! This is ghastly! This is phantasmagorical!
Also A Series of Unfortunate Events:
It's a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It's like climbing the stairs to your room in the dark, thinking that there is one more stair than there is. And your foot falls through the air, and there is a sickly feeling of dark surprise.