Don't Fight In Front Of The Client,

Jesus!" Luke Exclaimed. "actually, It's Just Me," Said Simon. "although I've Been Told The Resemblance Is Startling.

Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled Royal Person At His Feet, "i Must Write My Memoirs.

I Am A Man" He Told Her, "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone Woman, And Bring Me Something Brown.

...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.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.