I Could Not Tell You If I

Niches Set Back In The Walls Contained Polished Marble Statues Of Entwined Bodies. Will Looked Away From Them Hastily, And Then Back. It Wasn't As If Magnus Seemed To Be Paying Attention To What Will Was Doing, And He'd Honestly Never Imagined Two People Could Get Themselves Into A Position Like That, Much Less Make It Look Artistic.

He’s Very Pretty. For A Human.” “he’s Very Broken,” Said Magnus. “like A Lovely Vase That Someone Has Smashed. Only Luck And Skill Can Put It Back Together The Way It Was Before.

He Began It,” Cecily Said, Jerking Her Chin At Will, Though She Knew It Was Pointless. Jem, Will’s Parabatai, Treated Her With The Distant Sweet Kindness Reserved For The Little Sisters Of One’s Friends, But He Would Always Side With Will. Kindly, But Firmly, He Put Will Above Everything Else In The World. Well, Nearly Everything.

It Wasn't Enough, Not Nearly Enough, But It Was All There Was.

He Made A Sound Of Frustation, Caught At Her Hand, Brought It To His Chest, And Pressed It Flat Over His Heart. The Steady Beat Hammered Against Her Palm. "every Heart Has Its Own Melody," He Said. "you Know Mine.