“Violet, Kevin, the crowd, and my annoying father would all just have to wait while I ate half that torte and drank half that coffee. Violet, however, was a multitasker.”

“I don’t know. D’you think? He’s pretty wide in the chest.” The girl looked at me, and I was frozen. So I said, “Yeah. I work out.” Violet asked me, “What are you? What’s your cup size?” I shrugged and played along. “Like, nine and a half?” I guessed. “That’s my shoe size.” Violet said, “I think he’d like something slinky, kind of silky.” I said, “As long as you can stop me from rubbing myself up against a wall the whole time.” “Okay,” said Violet, holding her hands up like she was annoyed. “Okay, the chemise last week was a mistake.”

“When I came to you out of all that dust and heat and toil, I positively smelt violets at once. But not the sweet violet - you know, that early dark violet that smells of melting snow and spring grass.”

“I was so in love I went into my room and drank half a bottle of Robitussin.”

“Some people see the glass as half-empty, while others see it as half-full. But Jones stares at it and tries to figure out who drank the damn water.”

“Bathed in shades of violet, she comes in the dark. Power unrecognized, half human, half mar. Born in lightning, anointed in tears, Magic abounds, while its painful heat sears. The battle draws ever closer and one side will fall. Good and evil collide, once and for all. The victor uncertain, as fate evens the scales. A winter storm’s coming, a dark night’s tale- A Tempest rising, without fail.”