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324 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
"...I think it is lovely, your face. You are like a doll—I do not know the name...one of those that break if you drop them."She also speaks any number of languages, except Mandarin (it's one of her weaker languages). She picks up languages easily, and even speaks Aramaic. Freaking Aramaic. But she's not altogether flawless, for example: she sucks at math.
Lustrous dark hair hung loosely to broad shoulders. A few locks turned out in an unkempt manner contrary to the rest of his appearance, while a few strands clung to his noble, chiseled features—a long nose, high cheekbones, defined lips like a Grecian sculpture and impossibly dark eyes.Their relationship is quite limited, to the extent that he growls at her constantly in anger (yet is inexplicably attracted to this strange young woman half his age), and she simpers and blushes prettily in response.
“No need for apologies,” he replied. “I was the one asking the questions.”That pretty much sums up the entirety of their entire relationship.
“Thank you, sir.”
“And there’s no need to thank me!” the professor snapped.
“I’m sorry---Oh dear!” Percy murmured, biting her lip and yearning to retreat into her corset.
Percy groaned. “Oh, that class remains my bane! I pay attention, take countless notes, but all I remember is the sound of Professor Rychman’s voice. Every syllable he speaks is like a hypnotic delicacy, like dark velvet. I try to grasp his explanations, but all I can see is how his robe sweeps as he moves, how his presence commands the room, how his brow furrows in thought, how his eyes blaze, how he calmly brushes a lock of dark hair from his noble face...'Did you hear that? That's the sound of me gagging. Percy makes Bella's mooning over Edward seem rational and reasonable.
"Have I rattled you so very much?" he pressed, his voice like faraway thunder.
She paused. Then, in a moment of fleeting bravery she removed her glasses and stared into his eyes. "Always."
The professor almost smiled.
"Finally, you are honest with me."
She was quick to reply. "I've never been dishonest."
"Be of good cheer, faint heart, you are too easily hurt," he chided.
"My heart is fortified with passions, Professor; it is my confidence that is too easily undone."