As Far As I’m Concerned, This Is

You Can Only Push The Truth Down For So Long, And Then It Bubbles Back Up.

Will Only Looked At Her. There Had Been Light In His Eyes On The Stairs, As He'd Locked The Door, When He'd Kissed Her--a Brilliant, Joyous Light. And It Was Going Now, Fading Like The Last Breath Of Someone Dying. She Thought Of Nate, Bleeding To Death In Her Arms. She Had Been Powerless Then, To Help Him. As She Was Now. She Felt As If She Were Watching The Life Bleed Out Of Will Herondale, And There Was Nothing She Could Do To Stop It.

A Forty-foot Worm?" Will Muttered To Jem As They Moved Through The Italian Garden, Their Boots - Thanks To A Pair Of Soundless Runes - Making No Noise On The Gravel. "think Of The Size Of The Fish We Could Catch." Jem's Lips Twitched. "it's Not Funny, You Know." "it Is A Bit.

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present. Will Was Beautiful, But He Was Not Hers; He Was Anybody's. Something In Him Was Broken, And Trough That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You