Elizabeth Morgan quotes:

The nearest arched window poured its soft light over him, allowing me to seeevery inch. Dressed smartly in black loafers and slacks, he wore a thigh-length, blackcoat. He'd brushed his golden hair back, tucked behind his ears, and his cheeks lookedflushed, no doubt due to the bitter, evening air.He looks like an angel in the winter snow. The thought made me growl in irritation."Hello, Magpie."I couldn't move"Adrian.

Do you truly feel that she is worth your wings?He smiledWhat good are my wings, friend, when I can hold theworld in my arms?

What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms?