Hearts can't be broken because they're made of marzipan.
—DeberĂamos recoger nuestras cosas —dijo Gideon finalmente—. Y deberĂas hacer algo urgente con tus cabellos; parece como si algĂşn idiota se hubiera puesto a revolver en ellos con las dos manos y luego te hubiera tirado sobre un sofá… Sea quien sea el que nos espere sabrá que dos y dos son cuatro… Oh, por Dios, no me mires asĂ. —¿CĂłmo? —Como si ya no pudieras moverte. —Es que no puedo —dije en serio—. Soy un pudin. Me has transformado en un pudin.
He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of ringlets must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting there); he took a strand of it and wound it around his finger. With his other hand he began stroking my face, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes - and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission.
....but talking to a ghost about a demon when you’re in a room full of people who can’t see either of them is not to be recommended.
Love goes through all times
Home is where your books are.
