Book: Beauty and her beast

Boom-boom-boom! Awake (obviously not to the end times continued!) "fainting" knocked forehead and happily scrabbling claws on the door.

I love the darkness...
Love a night full of distant stars, love the shadows, which are so easy to hide from unwanted looks, like to lie in silence, without lighting the lamp, and to dream. Yes, I love the darkness, but not when it appears as a black spot on the light-flooded space, bumping gloomy cloud from above.

You're acting... weird. When it is necessary to be afraid of sniping, when to run, you stand, and when to keep silent - you can't shut up any forces. Is this normal?

What do you want, Lou? Why this odd wedding?
- How? He mimicked surprise. Poorly portrayed, knew better. - Do you, a human with a mechanical child, don't believe in love at first sight?
- Yeah, in a big and clean - muttered I to myself.

Good intentions pave the road to hell. Thank you! I was already there, and to be honest, I did not like.