Hail And Farewell, My Brother.

What Did Wards Matter When You Could Create Your Own Reality Just By Drawing It?

Will," She Said Softly, Sleepily. "last Night--" You Were Kind To Me, She Was Going To Say. Thank You. The Glare From His Blue Eyes Stabbed Through Her. "there Was No Last Night," He Said Through His Teeth. At That, She Sat Up Straight, Almost Awake. "oh, Truly? We Just Went Right From One Afternoon On Through Till The Next Morning? How Odd No One Else Remarked On It. I Should Think It Some Miracle, A Day With No Night--

If I Was Harsh With You, It Was Because I Cannot Bear To See You Treat Yourself As If You Are Worth Nothing. Whatever Part You Might Act To The Contrary, I See You As You Really Are, My Blood Brother. Not Just Better Than You Pretend To Be, But Better Than Most People Could Hope To Be.

Mr. Rochester Never Courted Jane Eyre, Tessa Pointed Out. No, He Dressed Up As A Woman And Terrified The Poor Girl Out Of Her Wits. Is That What You Want?

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace