Blake Smiled Radiantly. ʺmay I Call You

Sleep With Seth Mortensen? Good Grief. It Was The Most Preposterous Thing I'd Ever Heard. It Was Appalling. If I Absorbed His Life Force, There Was No Telling How Long It'd Be Until His Next Book Came Out.

I Love You, And Beneath All That Logic, Calculation, And Superstition, I Know You Love Me Too.

You Aren't Going To Go Crazy," I Said Firmly. "you're Stronger Than You Think. The Next Time You Feel That Way, Find Something To Focus On, To Remind You Of Who Are." "like What? Got Some Magic Object In Mind?" "doesn't Have To Be Magic," I Said. I Racked My Brain. "here." I Unfastened The Golden Cross Necklace. "this Has Always Been Good For Me. Maybe It'll Help You." I Set It In His Hand, But He Caught Hold Of Mine Before I Could Pull Back

It’s As Easy As We Choose To Make It,” He Murmured, Pressing His Forehead To Mine. “at Least, This Decision Is. Nothing’s Truly Easy, Georgina. Love And Life . . . They’re Wonderful, But They’re Hard. We May Mess Up Again. We Have To Be Strong And Decide If We Can Still Go Forward, Even When Things Aren’t Perfect.

Don't Beat Yourself Up Over What You Could Have Or Should Have Done. The Past Is Gone. Move On To The Future.