When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.

"Step into my fucking office."

Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.

October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.

Connie makes her bones, almost.

There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.

Tris and Four take a detour.

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.