As Long As I Can Dream, I

Maybe That Was Why She Couldn't Cry, She Realized, Staring Dry-eyed At The Ceiling. Because What Was The Point In Crying When There Was No One There To Comfort You? And What Was Worse, When You Couldn't Even Comfort Yourself?

It’s Fascinating. You Know All These Words, And They’re All English, But When You String Them Together Into Sentences, They Just Don’t Make Any Sense.

There Was A Man Once Who Said That Mothers Carry The Key Of Our Souls With Them All Our Lives. But You Threw Mine Away

Charlotte Said That If I Chose, I Could Cease To Be A Gray And Take The Name My Mother Should Have Had Before She Was Married. I Could Be A Starkweather. I Could Have A True Shadowhunter Name." She Heard Will Exhale A Breath. It Came Out A Puff Of White In The Cold. His Eyes Were Blue And Wide And Clear, Fixed On Her Face. He Wore The Expression Of A Man Who Had Steeled Himself To Do A Terrifying Thing, And Was Carrying It Through. "of Course You Can Have A True Shadowhunter Name," Will Said. "you Can Have Mine.

Some Secrets, She Thought, Were Better Told; Some Were Better Left The Burden Of The Carrier, That They Might Not Cause Pain To Others.