Joan's not used to making impulsive decisions, and now she's making one after another.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.

Italian fashions have come to Eastcheap.

That night, Nie Mingjue dreams of Qinghe, but it is a Qinghe that is far from home.

Irving takes it on himself to correct Mr. Hickey's permissive attitudes regarding buggery.

Two friends pause together briefly.

If Jiang Cheng kills him here — so long as he sits with Wei Wuxian’s body in this field until he grows cold, and he does not return to Lotus Pier — his life will have been worth its cost.

There have been stranger love-matches made at sea. Probably.

This is how it happens. There's always a mother, a daughter, and a man.

Fitzjames contends with unparalleled excitations.