And I Do Wish She Wouldn't Sing

Smarmy Little Prig,” Will Snarled, Leaning Father Forward, As If He Longed To Reach Through The Magical Portal And Strangle Gabriel. “when I Get Him Alone…” “i Ought To Go In With Her Instead,” Gabriel Went On. “i Can Look Out For Her A Bit More. Instead Of Simply Looking Out For Myself.” “hanging’s Too Good For Him,” Agreed Jem, Who Looked As If He Were Trying Not To Laugh. “tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts Will.” “i Wouldn’t Go That Far,” Muttered Tessa.

Magnus Hoped If He Ever Went Mad Like That Himself, So Mad That He Poisoned The Very Air Round Him And Hurt Everyone He Came Into Contact With, That There Would Be Someone Ho Loved Him Enough To Stop Him. To Kill Him, If It Came To That.

Was This What It Meant To Love Someone? That Any Burden Was A Burden Shared, That They Could Give You Comfort With A Word Or A Touch?

...in Paris She Found Magnus, Who Was Living In A Garret Apartment And Paiting, An Occupation For Which He Had No Aptitude Whatsoever. He Let Her Sleep On A Mattress By The Window, And In The Night, When She Woke Up Screaming For Will, He Came And Put His Arms Around Her, Smelling Of Turpentine. "the First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

I'll Take Shadowhunter, Then. Because From What I've Experienced Of Vampires, You Mostly Suck. No Pun Intended.