Is This A Kissing Book?

Westley Closed His Eyes. There Was Pain Coming And He Had To Be Ready For It. He Had To Prepare His Brain, He Had To Get His Mind Controlled And Safe From Their Efforts, So That They Could Not Break Him. He Would Not Let Them Break Him. He Would Hold Together Against Anything And All. If Only They Gave Him Sufficient Time To Make Ready, He Knew He Could Defeat Pain. It Turned Out They Gave Him Sufficient Time (it Was Months Before The Machine Was Ready). But They Broke Him Anyway.

Someone Would Have To Keep His Wits, And He Had Assumed Automatically That Since Fezzik Had So Few, He Would Find Retaining Them Not All That Difficult.

"i Could Give You My Word As A Spaniard," Inigo Said. "no Good," The Man In Black Replied. "i've Known Too Many Spaniards."

I Am As Devoted To Adventure Now As Then, And That’s Never Going To Stop.

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?