I Suppose We All Lie To Ourselves

I Learned To Play The Instruments Of War," He Said, "and Paint In Blood.

He Pulled The Carstairs Family Ring From His Finger And Held It Out To Will. "take It." Will Let His Eyes Drift Down Toward It, And Then Up To Jem's Face. A Dozen Awful Things He Could Say, Or Do, Went Through His Mind. One Did Not Slough Off A Persona So Quickly, He Had Found. He Had Pretended To Be Cruel For So Many Years That The Pretense Was Still What He Reached For First, As A Man Might Absently Turn His Carriage Toward The Home He Had Lived In For All His Life, Despite The Fact That He Had Recently Moved. "you Wish To Marry Me Now?" He Said, At Last.

As Long As Everyone's Wearing Their Own Pants." "i See I Have Come In On A Fascinating Moment In The Conversation.

And What Colour Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?' 'mauve,' Said Will.

If There Is A Life After This One, He Said, Let Me Meet You In It, James Carstairs.