What Makes Isabelle's Epilogue To The Novel

Our ancient grudge is over but unfortunately many lives have been lost leading up to this moment and I feel responsible for that. I do not think that I will ever be able to forget the fact that I played a role in losing my own child. The earth hath swallowed my last hope and I am partially to blame. But I know Juliet would not want this. Juliet would hate the idea that we were blaming ourselves for this tragedy because that is the kind of person she was, modest and

“Of course they’re not alright you dolt. Why do you think they’re crying? They probably don’t want some nosy neighbor butting in on their buisness” He hears the crying stop. “Umm I mean. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He shoves his face into his pillow. He hears a shaky voice from the other side of the wall. “Who are you?” says a voice Charlie would guess is male. He lifts his head up. “I’m your new neighbor the names Charlie, but I usuallyy go by Char.” The voice from the other side of the wall seemed to brighten. “Like from the book Ella Enchanted?” Char smiled. “Yeah. Hey, you know your the first one to get that?” There were a few moments of silence. “Really? Thats my favorite book. My mom always made fun of me because i was constantly rereading it. It just gave me hope that someday I could find a prince like that.” His voice cracked and I could hear him start to cry again. “Please don’t cry. Just tell me whats wrong and i’ll try to

Although he was able to see his family and friends, the hardest thing for him would have to be witnessing their deaths. He apologized to everyone for his actions, especially to the relatives of his victims and survivor of his attack. He shouts to the crowd before him, “I wish that I could undo what happened back then and bring back your loved ones but I can’t” (Earle 81). He wasn’t expecting the relatives of his victims to forgive him for what he had done, but he wanted to ensure that he understood his actions were unjust, and that they should not fear him. If they would have witnessed Nobles’ drastic changes achieved through rehabilitation, they would have witnessed a changed man who felt remorse for the crime he had committed to their loved

“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

Terror stricken, she said softly, “Then the death of my dear friend would have been in vain. The betrayal of Freddie and the other lads would account for nothing. He’s got to be found,” she stopped and later burst into a torrent of tears, “otherwise, I will be killed by his henchman, who I fear is still taking orders from him.”

"Your mother is very upset with you." The king spoke, already getting sadder by the second as he thought of his wife.

I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.

“You’ve been unfair. Deceitful, even.” Mithian’s voice grew loud and she gave the king a look of extreme disapproval, brows drawn together and her eyes narrowed. “How would you like it if I’d done the same to you? The least you could have done was tell me the truth and allow me to decide how or if I wanted to proceed. This nonsense about how you ‘thought’ you’d be able to get over this other woman is preposterous. When you came to my chamber last night, you were still in love with her and you knew it. You should be ashamed of yourself, Arthur.” Tears ran down her face.

him how truly sorry he is. There is a lack of forgiveness that the writer is looking for and

“OH MY GOD,” said Jeff slowly, there was a monster covered in a dark cloak with red eyes, purple dragon hands, feet, and face. Even a sharp purple tail.

My eyes drifted around the room before settling on the tea, now lukewarm in my hands. Maudie’s nonchalant face came to mind, and her firm, strong voice commanding Jean Louise and I back into the kitchen played in my head. The sudden news of Tom’s death had upset her, but she revealed nothing as such. She said to Jean Louise to stop her shaking and instructed me to control myself. Maudie maintained her composure, and assisted in upholding mine. I wondered how she had done it, but nevertheless I was grateful.

Paralyzed with fear, Ethel saw how he ran towards the guards that easily caught him. He screamed for her to run, but it was all too late. The kingdom had fallen down, the king was missing, and the princess had been captured.

He walked over to the couch and sat down, head in his hands, near the brink of tears. He couldn’t believe this. Had he really lost the love his life, just like that? The worst part was that he had no idea why! His leopard whimpered in his head, dying to find his mate and apologize. He didn’t even care what she was mad about, he just wanted her back. He would grovel if he needed to. He needed her and couldn’t picture his life without

“I asked more questions I swear, but she said she couldn’t say anymore, that she shouldn’t have told me anything” Alice cried. I tried my best to come up with something to say to her. I’ve never been in a situation like this. I just let her cry into her knees again. I walked over to the kitchen and brewed her some tea to help her get back to sleep, but by the time I got back into the room she was already fast asleep, tears still on her cheek. The dog was curled up in the bend of her knees. I set the tea on the nightstand, wiped away her tear and got into bed myself. I last little bit has been so hectic, trying to calm Alice, that I hadn’t taken the

He offered up his brother a soft smile, pulling Amaimon with him as he stood slowly, turning them in a slow circle as if they were dancing. He spun them around and around, trying to cheer his youngest sibling up. The hand that had been placed on the earth king 's chest slip to his cheek and he pressed their foreheads together."...I know..I know. I feel the same. Seeing you again is something I 've dreamed about since the moment father made me leave. I 'm so happy we 're together," he assured, nuzzling Amaimon 's cheek like he used to before he had left "...the words might not be there, but the feelings are," he hummed lowly, carefully lifting Amaimon into the air and spinning just a touch faster, grinning widely before he pulled the younger back closer to his body, where it was warm and safe."It 's okay, Otouto. I don 't blame you at all," Samael attempted to reassure, his hand cupping his brother 's cheek, his thump stroking the soft, pale skin. To his dismay however Amaimon continued to narrate himself, not as bad as before, but still murmured in doubtful whispers that twisted his gut terribly "No buts, Otouto, Like I said I don 't blame you for anything, I wouldn 't even blame you if you hated me because of what father told you," he said again, this time his voice somehow more stern than before even if his voice was soft, trying to convey the depth of his emotions and the assurance that he saw no fault in Amaimon 's actions. He sighed, not liking being assertive with his