For Free Will Is What Makes Us

I'm Not Sure There's Such Thing A Thing As A Normal Life.

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

It's Very Advanced Of You To Have Accepted My Mortality So Fatalistically.

I Swear, I Almost Died Back There On That Ship, You Know." He Let Her Hand Go, But He Was Staring At Her, Almost As If He Meant To Memorize Her Face. " I Know," He Said. "everytime You Almost Die, I Almost Die Myself.

Magnus Shrugged. "he Also Made Inappropriate Amorous Advances To A Startled Grandmotherly Sort Selling Flowers, An Irish Wolfhound, And Innocent Hat Stand In A Dwelling He Broke Into, And Myself.