How Generous The Universe Could Be, When

Will Speechless For Once, A Glass Of Water Frozen Halfway To His Lips

She Seemed Shy, Yet All Her Attention Was Focused On Magnus, As If He Were The Most Fascinating Thing She Had Ever Seen. There Was No Man Who Did Not Want To See Himself Reflected Like That In A Beautiful Girl's Eyes.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

I've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Muttered Magnus.

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.